CHAPTER VII.
MIDSHIPMAN CHRISTY PASSFORD "In a word, Sampson, an attempt will be made to-night to capture the Bellevite, and you have been getting up steam for the conspirators," said Christy, when the ship-keeper had finished his narrative of the visit of the trio to the ship.
"Is that so ?" exclaimed Sampson, opening his mouth and his eyes very wide at the same time.

"Why, I had no more doubt that the young man who was talking to me was Christy than I have that he is talking to me now." "You had better look at me again, and be sure that you make no mistake," replied Christy, rather disgusted at the failure of the man to identify him.
"I never once thought that it was not you.

When the sailboat came alongside, I knew it was the Florence, and I supposed you were in her," pleaded Sampson.

"But I spoke to you, as I supposed, when the boat came alongside." "Did you?
What did you say ?" asked Christy.
"I said 'Is that you, Christy ?' And you said 'Yes.'" "Of course I did! What else could I say after you had told the enemy just how to proceed.

You could not have expected any other answer." "I suppose I was very stupid; but I hope no harm has been done, for they have not got the steamer yet," added Sampson, very much disconcerted at the blunder he had made, though an older officer than Christy might have had more charity for the ship-keeper.
Seen in broad daylight, there was no striking resemblance between Corny and Christy, though they were of about the same size, and had some traits in common.