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Christy. "I should have preferred to get rid of these men before we went
into any enterprise, for they are dangerous persons to us."
"With their arms locked together behind them, they are not in condition
to do any harm," added Mr. Flint.
"I will go below and see what can be done with them. I desire to make
them as comfortable as possible, though I do not believe they will be
satisfied with any location to which I may assign them."
"I think you need not be too particular about them; they have made their
own nest, and now they must live in it," said the first lieutenant.
"You may come with me, Ralph," added Christy, as he descended the
companion-way.
The commander found Dave keeping close watch over Corny Passford, though
he was fast asleep in his berth. Passing through the ward room and
steerage, Dave unlocked the door that led into the quarters of the crew.
Next to the bulkhead, or partition, was space enough for the prisoners,
and the steward was required to bring five berth sacks, which were
placed on the deck.
"The only objection I have to this as prison quarters is that Sayles and
Nichols will be too near them; but I shall keep a sentry over them all
the time," said Christy.
"I should think they would be safe with a guard," added Ralph.
"Now, Dave, you will wake your prisoner, and I will relieve you of all
responsibility in regard to him. He is dressed, is he not?" continued
the commander when they reached the ward room.
"He is, Captain Passford, for he did not undress when he turned in last
night," replied the steward.
"What is the matter now?" asked the prisoner in the ward room, after he
had rubbed his eyes for a time.
"Nothing is the matter now on our side of the house, but I must put you
with the other prisoners," replied Christy. "You may unbuckle the strap,
Dave, so that he can get out of the berth."
"Who are the other prisoners?" demanded Corny, as though he had a right
to know.
"They are your confederates in the plot, Corny. Who do you suppose they
are? Jeff Davis is not one of them. The most important one, not even
excepting yourself, cousin, is Mr. Galvinne, late first lieutenant of
the Bronx."
"Is he a prisoner?" asked Corny, as he got out of the berth.
"Of course he is. Do you think I should let him lie around loose on
deck? The next one is the man-servant at Bonnydale by your appointment,
formerly Walsh, but now Byron. He is a very good actor, but he has
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