"Is there any news about my appointment in the engine-room, Christy ?" "Not yet, Sampson; but the papers will soon come, and I am almost willing to guarantee your appointment." "Mr.Vapoor has already spoken a good word for me." "All right, Sampson; then you are sure of the position.

I am very sure that we shall get the order before morning to move the steamer over to the navy yard, and I think you had better start the fires at once, Sampson," continued Corny, making himself as much at home on board of the steamer as though he had really been the person he was supposed to be.
"All right, Christy; and if the order don't come as soon as you expect it, we can bank the fires, and no harm will be done," replied the oiler, for such was his position on board, though he was evidently expecting something better.
By this time Captain Carboneer had finished taking the measure of the gun-carriage, though he had not been able to see anything.

But he had been through all the forms, and that answered his purpose just as well.
He declared that he had no further business on board, and the trio went to the accommodation ladder.

Sampson had called his sleeping companion, and already the black smoke began to pour out of the smokestack.
"That was all very handsomely done," said Major Pierson, as they stepped on board of the Florence.
"Everything worked very well; but it was all owing to the fact that the ship-keeper thought that Corny was some other person," replied the captain.
"I know that he took him for Christy Passford, and I have had some experience with Christy," replied the major, recalling his attempts to prevent the Bellevite from escaping from Mobile Bay.

"He is a smart fellow, as the Yankees would say, and it is fortunate that he is not here at the present time." "He can't be very far off," suggested Corny.