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"Perfectly, Mr. Pennant."
āļĄāļē āļŠ āļāļē āļĢāđāļē āļŠāļĩāļāđāļģāđāļāļīāļ "Gentlemen, I have come to a decision in this matter," said the captain, when the two claimants had placed themselves before him in a standing position. "I cannot go behind the commission presented by the officer who came on board last evening, and I consider it my duty to regard him as the real Lieutenant Passford, recently promoted to his present rank. There is nothing more to be said." "It may be he was; I don't know about that. You say that we have met before, but to save my life, I cannot recall the time, and I am sorry to add that I do not identify your face as that of any person I ever saw before. I have the pleasure of introducing myself to you as Lieutenant Christopher Passford, commanding the United States steamer Bronx." "Why do you think it is not likely, Captain Passford?" asked the executive officer curiously.