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The Vernon continued on her course, and in another hour the pilot had been discharged. Christy had puzzled his brains over the events of the day and the night before without being able to arrive at any satisfactory conclusion. He was extremely anxious to see the officer who had taken his name and assumed his character, as he was to obtain all the information within his reach. His reflections assured him that some one had chosen the rôle of an impostor for the purpose of accomplishing some treasonable object, and he was anxious to fathom the mystery for his country's sake rather than his own.
āļāļĩāđāļāđāļ āļāļāļĨ āļŠāļāļāļĢāđ āļŠāļđāļ āļāđāļģ "Very easily, I think." "I will go with you, Uncle Job," added Mr. Pennant quietly. "Maggywogs! That sounds like Massa Christy's 129 voice; but I done seen him on deck five or ten minutes ago."