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"He is a tough sinner," added the first lieutenant of the Bellevite. "Of course I cannot take him without an order from Captain Breaker; but I will return to the ship, and put the matter before him." "I don't know where I am ordered, and this Flanger is capable of making mischief if I should happen to get into a tight place," added Christy.
"Now tell me what you know about that expedition on board of the Magnolia," said Christy more earnestly. "Mr. Pennant reports that your passengers claimed that they were peaceable citizens, and that your sloop was bound to Appalachicola. Was that true?" "Just then they were peaceable enough; but they were not when Captain Flanger ordered them to fire on your men.
The conversation had been carried on in a low tone at the bow of the boat, where the boatman could not hear what was said. "I think I am safer out here than I should be on shore," suggested Christy. "I might meet some other person in the town who knows me." "All right; but I ought to see Captain Flanger as soon as possible, for I shall ask him to buy the boat," replied Percy uneasily.
At the same time there was a certain amount of energy and earnestness visible in the expression of the steward, which assured Christy that he was ready to take part in any action that was reasonably prudent and hopeful. Captain Flanger had been handcuffed and made fast to the rail of the vessel with the other prisoners, and with them he had been transferred to the flag-ship.
It was getting dark, and Christy made his way to the shadow of the mainmast, where he obtained a position that enabled him to hear all that passed without being seen himself. Captain Flanger seemed to be more subdued than he had been reported to be on board of the Snapper, and the commander ordered the irons to be taken from his wrists.
"You are bound to Mobile, and you intend to run the blockade; and that intention proved, you are liable to capture." "You seem to know my business better than I know it myself," said Captain Flanger, with a sneer in his tones.
"Can you make out what she is?" continued the captain. "I cannot; she must be eight or ten miles from us," replied Christy, as he glanced to the eastward. "I shouldn't wonder if that was one of your Yankee gunboats," added Captain Flanger, spicing his remark with a heavy oath, for he could hardly say anything without interlarding his speech with profanity.
"Captain Passford," began the commander, in a more subdued tone than the prisoner had ever heard him use. "That title does not apply to me now, Captain Flanger," Christy interposed. "If I ever get back to my duty on shipboard, it will be as second lieutenant of the Bellevite." "Mr.
I don't mean this Captain Flanger that was on board of the Magnolia, but his father," replied the stout fellow. "Are you a free man?" "No, sir; I belong to Captain Flanger: his father is dead, and left me to his son." "Why did you bless the Lord that you were here at last?"
Captain Flanger was at the critical point in his operations, and he was too busy with the commander to give any attention to the negro, whom he regarded with the contempt begotten of his Southern education. Dave was intelligent enough to understand the situation accurately, and he realized that it was rapidly becoming critical.
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