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Christy had evidently inherited some of the naval blood on his mother's side, and he was not satisfied with the slow progress of the action, for the shots from the broadside guns of the enemy were beginning to tell upon the Bronx, though she had received no serious injury. He caused the signal to prepare to board to be set as agreed upon with Captain Flint.
"Far from it; she has broken a bolt which disables her, and she ought to have had one to replace it without more than five minutes' delay, but it appears that they have not one on board; at least none could be found when it was wanted, and they were at work forging one when the Bronx came alongside." "All right; repair the damage as soon as possible.
Since that time, too, I have studied him at close range: on snowy days for I like my tramps in winter, with the Bronx a ribbon of white, even though it may be too cold to paint as well as my outings on Sunday summer mornings when I sit down with his other friends to watch Muffles shave. On one of these days I found a thin, cadaverous, long-legged, long-armed young man behind the bar.
Right bravely the Ancient Mariner drove to the Bronx in a taxi, registered his "Charles Stough Greenleaf" in an old-fashioned hand, and took up anew the activities which for years had kept him free of the poor- farm. No less bravely did Dag Daughtry set out to seek work. This was most necessary, because he was a man of expensive luxuries.
In less than half an hour, the steward returned to the stateroom with the information that he had spoken to the second lieutenant, and informed him that the real commander of the Bronx was concealed under the berth in the captain's stateroom. "Mr. Flint has not had his breakfast yet, and he will come below for it very soon," added Dave.
Well, I warned you before that if you became Dyckman's wife you would find his world vastly different from the ballroom and drawing-room stuff you pull off in the studio strangely and mysteriously different." He frightened her. She was not sure of herself. She could not forget Nimrim, Missouri, and her arrival at the edge of society via the Bronx, the candy-shop, and the professional camera.
He had nothing to do at present, and he concluded to write his report of the remarkable proceedings on board since the Bronx left the station. He wanted his desk, and he went to the stateroom. "Well, Dave, how is your prisoner?" he asked, halting at the door.
At least one-fourth of his men had been disabled. "Open with the broadside guns, Mr. Flint!" called Christy, as the Bronx came abreast of the works. As he spoke, Boxie dropped in his place at the wheel, and Vincent grasped the spokes. The blood was streaming down the face of the old man, and he did not move after he fell.
Miller, who was very fond of animals and always took much care of them, had a small collection which he was bringing back for the Bronx Zoo. An agouti was so bad- tempered that he had to be kept solitary; but three monkeys, big, middle-sized, and little, and a young peccary formed a happy family. The largest monkey cried, shedding real tears, when taken in the arms and pitied.
"It is not an old story, for the last event occurred on board of the Bronx at about eight o'clock last evening." "The plan was not finally successful, more is the pity," added the Southern gentleman. "It was not; for I had concealed myself on board when I realized what Galvinne was about, and, with the aid of the officers who knew me, captured the vessel.
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