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āļ§āļīāđāļāļĢāļēāļ°āļŦāđ āļāļāļĨ āļāđāļēāļ 7m "All right, Captain Flanger." Though the lieutenant of the Bronx was not a physician, he was not altogether a pretender, for in the capacity of mate and temporary commander, he had done duty in the healing art in the absence of a more skilful person. "I have precisely the same papers," added Christy, with as much assurance as his cousin. "But, Christy, something has happened; and you must tell me about it, or I shall not sleep another wink to-night," persisted the lady, concluding that her son was trying to conceal something from her, as indeed he was, for he feared it would alarm her if he told her some one had come into the house. The commander looked at the man; but he did not know him.