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āļ§āļīāļāļēāļĢāļāđ āļāļāļĨ āļāļ·āļ āļāļĩāđ āļāļļāļ āļĨāļĩāļ "We have no surgeon, I believe, for Dr. Spokeley 173 is sick, and was to be sent home before I left in the Vixen for New York," added the commander, now restored to his own right on board. "If I am the impostor, I do not know myself; but I have no desire to forestall your decision. You saw the sick officer when he came on board last evening, and you have visited him in his stateroom to-day. Do I look enough like him to be taken for him?" asked Christy with a smile, as he placed himself in an attitude to be scrutinized by the commander. "I admit the correctness of your conclusion." "Strike one bell, Vincent!" said Mr. Flint, when the captain had given him the order to go ahead. "What is the matter, Captain Passford?" asked the first lieutenant, as he halted on the deck. "You are as pale as a ghost."