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āļĢāļēāļĒāļāļ·āđāļāđāļ§āđāļāđāļāļāđāđāļāļĄāļāļāļāļĨāļēāļāļāļāđāļĨāļāđāđāļāļ·āđāļāđāļĨāļāļāļāļāļĢāļēāļāļ§āļąāļĨ 113 Christy recognized the Bronx if others did not, for none of the officers had been on this station before. He wondered if the present deception was likely to be carried out to the accomplishment of the end the conspirators had in view. He could see nothing to prevent its accomplishment. "I think you need not be too particular about them; they have made their own nest, and now they must live in it," said the first lieutenant. 256 "He looks like a desperate character," added Christy, as he went below to attend to his supper, which he had so far neglected. "That is my purpose; and here he comes." "We are coming up with the shore," said Mr. Flint, as Christy joined him on the bridge. "He was always sea-sick when he first went out, and it appears that he has not yet got over the habit. He was so badly off on one occasion that my father thought of taking him on shore, and sending him back to Mobile by land."