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āđāļāļĄ āļŠāļĨāđāļāļ āļāđāļēāļĒ rt "Do you think he could go out into the cabin, doctor?" asked the captain. "I wish to see him on a matter of the utmost importance. Is he dressed?" Captain Flanger had been handcuffed and made fast to the rail of the vessel with the other prisoners, and with them he had been transferred to the flag-ship. It was probably in this removal that he had found the means of securing his liberty, 263 and had made his way on board in some manner not at all apparent to the commander of the Bronx, who had been in conference with the commodore when the change was made. "On deck, sir," reported Ralph, touching his cap to the commander, as Mr. Flint descended the steps to the ward room. "How was the weather when you left the deck, Mr. Flint?" asked the commander. He had hardly finished it before Mr. Flint paid him another visit, and reported everything ready for the recapture of the steamer.