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"I should like to inquire of you, as one good turn deserves another, in regard to the health of your father and mother and Gerty." "My father is quite well, but he left Bonnydale last Tuesday to go to Washington, and had not returned when I left home.
"Where did you say your father lived, Mr. Passford?" asked the executive officer. "At Bonnydale, on the Hudson," answered Corny, as we may call him now that the reader knows who he is. "Is Bonnydale the name of the town or city in which your father lives?" "It is the name of my father's place," replied Corny; and Christy, who was observing him very closely, saw that he was a little disturbed.
"Bonnydale!" repeated the officer, after using his handkerchief, and thus improving his utterance of the word. "I never heard of the place before, sir," persisted the seaman. "Byron!" called a boatswain's mate from the forecastle.
Her father had a little property; and at her request I have been appointed her guardian, and she will reside at Bonnydale in the future." Bertha Pembroke arrived the next day, and what Christy needed to complete his happiness was supplied, and now his cup was overflowing. But he did not forget that he still owed a duty to his suffering country.
As it was after noon, they went to a hotel for dinner, and passed the time very impatiently in waiting for the train. Both of them were burning with the desire to see their friends at home; but the train started in due time, and they left it at the nearest station to Bonnydale, proceeding there in a carriage.
This was not the first time they had met since their memorable campaigns in Bermuda and Nassau; for the detective had spent a fortnight at Bonnydale with his young friend, during which they had told the stories of their experience in secret service. They are fast friends for life.
My old master will get me back then!" groaned Dave, who had been very happy in his new service and at Bonnydale where he had spent considerable of his time while Christy was waiting for the fitting out of the Bronx. "I think I had better get on board of the flag-ship right off."
Christy saw the President there, and was presented to him, which he will remember as long as he lives. In due time the St. Regis was ordered to the navy yard at New York. As early as possible he hastened to Bonnydale, where all the family and Bertha Pembroke were waiting for him.
"Probably my father will be able to obtain a parole for you, and he will be extremely glad to have you with him at Bonnydale," added Christy. "The last time I met you, Christy, you looked upon me as a non-combatant, released me, and sent me on shore." "I am not sure that I did wisely at that time." "I was not taken in arms; and I could hardly be regarded as a prisoner of war."
Finding that his uncle knew nothing of the events which had transpired at Bonnydale, Christy told him all about them, informing him at the end that Corny was a prisoner of war on parole at his father's house, recovering from his wound. "Corny wounded!" exclaimed Colonel Passford, rising with no little emotion from the box on which he had seated himself.
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