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232 "What am I to do, Captain Passford?" asked Mike, who was watching the proceedings on deck with the most intense interest. "I want to ship in the Yankee navy as a pilot, for I know this coast from the Mississippi to Key West."
āļāļē āļŠāļī āđāļ āļāļāļāđāļĨāļāđ āļāļīāļ āļāļāļŦāļĄāļēāļĒ āđāļŦāļĄ "That is exactly the situation, Dave. Can you tell me what they are doing on deck?" asked Christy, who began to feel more hopeful of the future. While the crews were making the boats ready, and Mr. Camden was selecting the extra men for them, as he was instructed to do, Christy gave the executive officer a brief account of the capture of the sloop, and an epitome of the information he had obtained from Bornhoff. "I don't know that anything has broken," replied Mrs. Passford, with a smile, after she had said good-morning to her son. "Do you say that Captain Flanger has been a smuggler in these waters?"