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"Silence, all!" cried the commander, as soon as he heard the hail from aloft. "Go forward, Mr. Pennant, silence the hands, and direct the lookout to hail in lower tones."
āļ§āļīāđāļāļĢāļēāļ°āļŦāđ āļāļāļĨ āļāļđāđ āļāļēāļĢāđāđāļāļāļāļĨ āļāļ·āļ āļāļĩāđ "How is your patient, Dr. Connelly?" asked Captain Battleton, joining them at this moment. For the next three days it blew a gale, moderating 111 at times, and then piping up again. To a sailor it was not bad weather, but Christy learned from the surgeon that his cousin was confined to his berth during all this time. The prisoner went on deck for the time permitted each forenoon and afternoon. He had his eyes wide open all the time, on the lookout for anything that would afford him further information in regard to the plot in the midst of which he was living. "I have not noticed any seaman whose face was familiar to me." "I appoint him third lieutenant temporarily." "Yes, sar; ober dar," he replied, pointing to the west. 228 "We were going to Appalachicola after a while, where we were to pilot out some vessels loaded with cotton."