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"I see you are; but you decline to permit the surgeon to dress your wound. I have no more time to fool with you, and the men will put you on a berthsack forward. If you want the surgeon to attend to your wound, you have only to say so."
āļāļĩāđāļāđāļ āļāļāļĨ āļāļāļĨ āļŠāļđāļ āļāđāđāļē "All the crew are not loyal," replied Christy, as he explained the instructions he had given to the steward. "He has not found me yet; and I think that the stateroom of the commander of the Bronx is the last place he will think of looking for me. But I have no time to talk of merely selfish matters, for I am not at all worried about my personal safety while we are within union lines. If this plot succeeds, and the conspirators get the ship into a Confederate port, I shall feel differently about this matter. Has any third lieutenant been appointed, Mr. Flint?" "Could you hear any slapping of a paddle wheel, or other noises that sound like a steamer?" asked Christy in the same low tone. "Dat's it, Massa Ossifer!" exclaimed Job, apparently delighted to find that he had made himself understood.