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āđāļāļāļĄāļ·āļāļāļ·āļāļāļēāļŠāļīāđāļ "I neber spoke noffin but the truf, Massa Ossifer." "What do you mean by hands?" asked the officer. "Not at all, for, as I said, my cousin Corny was brought up in the South, at Glenfield, near Mobile," protested the ailing officer, who was careful this time not to use the word "raised." Captain Flanger was a man of stalwart proportions, and Christy realized that he was no match for him in a hand to hand encounter, even with the aid of the steward, for the ruffian would not fail to use his revolvers. Not a few of them who had served with Christy in the Gulf declared they had not believed that the person who was the nominal captain was their old first lieutenant; they knew that something 168 was wrong, they said, though they could not tell what. Perhaps they found the captain less active than formerly, and considered him somewhat changed after his visit to the north; but doubtless they were as much blinded by the resemblance as others had been. Lieutenant Fourchon pressed the hand of the doctor, and left the casemate with him.