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āļŠāļĄāļąāļāļĢ āļāļē āļāļē āļĢāđāļē āļāļĢāđāļāļĄ āļŠāļđāļāļĢ When he realized that the scheme of his cousin, or whoever had devised it, was in a fair way to accomplish its object, Christy felt that he must do something. Though he was a prisoner and in 116 disgrace, he did not feel that he was absolved from the duty of attempting to save the Bronx to the union. He had refused to accept a parole, or anything of that kind, and his honor as an officer did not require him to submit to the discipline of his situation. He was a prisoner; but the responsibility of retaining him as such belonged to the captain of the Vernon for the present. "But he did not." "You are not! Who are you, then?" "I have, captain; and it is in my own handwriting," replied the officer addressed.