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ufabet 88 "But I have no uniform, Captain Passford," suggested the appointee. "She must be a steamer of fifteen hundred tons, and perhaps more," said Mr. Flint, after he had looked at her through his night glass. "I can only say that you will not be held as a prisoner of war; but I must leave you in the hands of the flag-officer, who will dispose of you as he thinks best. I sail in the Bronx immediately." "All right in every respect," replied the young officer cheerfully.