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āļŠāļĨāđāļāļāļĄāļ·āļāļāļ·āļāđāļŦāļĄāđ "But I have no uniform, Captain Passford," suggested the appointee. "We have a nest of them in the cabinâthe captain and two officers. What is to be done? We cannot allow the Bronx to be captured by any such trick as this, with forty-five loyal seamen on board of her, to say nothing of myself as a loyal officer." "That sail appears to be headed for the station. She is a large steamer, and I judge by the way she is coming up with us that she is very fast," added Christy with some anxiety in his tones. "Don't blame him, Captain Passford, for it was not his fault that he did not announce my presence to you. He wished to do so, but I assured him I was not disposed to disturb you, for you must be occupied with your own affairs, and I persuaded him not to go for you," added the person with perfect self-possession. "I was not; I had nothing to do with the sloop. She belonged to Captain Flanger."