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"And a quarter three!" cried the leadsman.
āđāļāļĢāļāļīāļ āļāļĢāļĩ jdb cq9 "That is my name," added Christy, smiling at the earnestness of the skipper. The prisoner walked up and down the lower deck, doing his best to conceal the agitation which had taken possession of him. No one took any notice of him, for the seamen had become accustomed to the presence of the captive officer. While he was struggling to contain his emotions, he heard the rattle of the cable again, and saw the chain descending to the locker below. "My first misfortune was in being made a prisoner. My second and most annoying mishap was the capture of the Floridian," continued Captain Flanger. "It was my intention to fit her out as a privateer, with the proceeds of the sale of her cargo of cotton, for she is a good vessel, and as fast as the Bronx, as you call her." "Shut the door, Mike," said the officer, in order to prevent the light from being seen.