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"Put him into the boat," added Christy.

ฝาก ถอน วอ เล็ ท He had a wife, a daughter, and a son, and his family were as patriotic as he was himself. At sixteen Christy, the son, had gone into the navy. He had learned to be a sailor and an engineer in his repeated cruises in the Bellevite, his father's large steam yacht, now a man-of-war in the navy. In two years the young man had worked his way up 71 to the rank of lieutenant. He was very large for his age, and his nautical and mechanical education had prepared him for service to a degree which made him almost a prodigy, though his courage and skill had been fully equalled, if not surpassed, by other naval officers not older than himself. 197 "If they are worthy, I shall certainly do the best I can for them," added Christy, gaping. The commander appeared to be less occupied at this moment than he had been before, and Christy 47 stepped forward to the quarter-deck, and politely saluted him. Captain Battleton was not less punctilious in his etiquette. He was a young man, though he was apparently six or seven years older than Christy. He was an ensign, and looked like a gentleman who was likely to give a good account of himself when he was called to more active duty than that of commanding a store ship. "Well, Dave, how is your prisoner?" he asked, halting at the door. "Four bells, Mr. Flint!" added the commander when the Bronx was fairly under way. "Then we understand each other, Mr. Bornhoff," added Christy.