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"Put him into the boat," added Christy.
āļŠāļđāļāļĢ āļāļē āļāđāļē āļĢāđāļē āļĄāļĩ āđāļāļāļĢāđāđāļāđāļāļāđ āļāļāļ "Is he really sick, doctor?" asked Christy, with a smile which meant something. "Certainly not; and if my simple affirmation is not enough, I could prove that I slept in my father's house at Bonnydale last night, took my breakfast there this morning, and was in the city of New York at ten o'clock this forenoon," answered Christy, in the best of humor. "A ball went through my arm; but it is all right," replied Christy with a ghastly smile. "I did not believe a little vessel like the Bronx would be sent up the river," said Mr. Flint, when the commander had read the paper. "Barataria Bayâthat locality is noted for something in history, isn't it, captain?" "Is there any officer on board with whom you have served?"