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"We will not give them any signal, but we will treat them to some visitors. Is the steamer armed, Mike?"
āļāđāļēāļ§ āļāļĢāļĩāđāļĄāļĩāļĒāļĢāđ āļĨāļĩāļ āļāļąāļāļāļĪāļĐ āļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ āļ§āļąāļ āļāļĩāđ Christy heard the footsteps of the late second lieutenant of the Vernon as he left the cabin. He had listened to the details of the plan formed by the naval officer, and it agreed with the prediction of Mr. Flint. While he was thinking of what he had just learned, he heard the step of Cornyâfor it could not be that of any other person so soonâcoming into the stateroom; then he saw his feet from behind his barricade of bags and baggage. "I am very glad to see you, Uncle Job," said Christy, taking the hand of the venerable colored person. "I thank you for the service rendered to my officer. Now, Mr. Pennant, you will come to my cabin and make your report. Bring Uncle Job with you." "Why do you think it is not likely, Captain Passford?" asked the executive officer curiously.