"I have lost my steamer, and I suppose that will finish my career." "Perhaps not;" but Christy was satisfied that he had lost his vessel by a want of care, and he could not waste any compliments upon him, though he had profited by the other's carelessness.
"I was confident when the Bronx approached the Ocklockonee that she was another vessel," continued the guest.
"What vessel did you take her to be ?" "You will excuse me if I decline to go into particulars.

I can only say that I was sure your steamer was another, and I had no suspicion that I was wrong till that man mounted the rail of the Bronx, and began to tell us to the contrary," replied Captain Dinsmore.

"A bolt in the engine was broken, and the engineer could not find another on board.

We expected to obtain one when the Bronx approached us.

I was deceived; and that is the reason why I am here instead of in the cabin of my own ship." The guest seemed to feel a little better after he had made this explanation, though it contained nothing new to the commander of the Bronx.