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"It will not do to acknowledge that we are Americans, and it would not be prudent to claim that we are Englishmen," said Mr. Gilfleur. "Why not? We speak English; and you can pronounce it as well as I can," argued Christy. "Because we may be catechised; though I know London almost as well as I do Paris, I am afraid you might be caught."
But you will pardon me if I make a suggestion without being asked to do so," said Christy, speaking in a low tone; and he proceeded to state what had passed between him and Mr. Gilfleur. "I hope you have not mentioned the fact that Mr. Gilfleur and myself have been in the Bermudas." "I have not, for it came to my mind that it would be very unwise to do so," replied the captain.
Suppleton, the ship's steward, with the two extra officers who had been sent on board. "Do you speak French, gentlemen?" asked the detective, addressing himself to the two officers. "Not a word of it," replied Mr. Gwyndale, one of them. "Not a syllable of it," added Mr. Tempers, the other. "Excuse me, gentlemen," said Mr. Gilfleur, as he retreated to his room. Mr.
Gilfleur, if you will indicate the precise point at which you desire to put off in your boat, I will have the ship there at the time you require," said the captain, who had drawn a rough sketch of the islands, and dotted upon it the points he mentioned in his statement. "Of course you do not wish the ship to be seen from the islands," suggested the detective.
Gilfleur, as he chose to call himself, taking a letter from the breast pocket of his coat, and handing it very gracefully to Christy. "Pardon me," added the young officer, as he opened the missive. It was simply a letter of introduction from Captain Passford, intended to assure him of the identity of the French detective. Mr.
She made no water, and did not appear to be injured. Without further mishap the Eleuthera passed through the opening in the reefs, and, taking the bearing of the light on Gibbs Hill, Mr. Gilfleur, as Christy began to call him from this time, laid his course to the south-west.
The shore was covered with tropical vegetation, including cocoa-nut palms, loaded with fruit, with palmettoes, wild palms, and many plants of which Christy did not even know the names. "We could not have anything better than this," said Mr. Gilfleur, as he ran the boat into a tangle of mangroves and other plants.
"It seems to me that the Dornoch has had time enough to reach the Bermudas," said Christy. "Possibly she is in port at this moment." "That is a harassing reflection!" exclaimed the commander. "I don't see that there is any help for it," added Christy. "You cannot go into the port of St. George's to see if she is there." "Why not?" asked Mr. Gilfleur, speaking for the first time.
Captain Rombold and Colonel Passford remained in the cabin all the rest of the day; but the next morning both of them went on deck to take the fresh air. Christy and Mr. Gilfleur were in the waist, and noticed them as soon as they appeared. They had had some conversation the evening before in regard to confronting the two most important prisoners, though without arriving at a conclusion.
"Good-morning, Mr. Gilfleur. I suppose that must be Nassau ahead of us." "Yes; that is Nassau. I expected to get here earlier in the morning than this, and I am not a little afraid to sail into the harbor at seven o'clock in the morning, as it will be before we can get there. The wind died out in the middle of the night, though I got it again very early this morning.
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