He was a demonstrative young man, and he embraced Christy as though he had been a Frenchman, as soon as he reached the deck.

He touched his cap to Captain Blowitt, and then delivered several huge envelopes to him, and also a despatch bag.
"Bearer of despatches, sir," said the chief engineer of the Bellevite.
"I see you are, Mr.Vapoor.If you will make yourself at home on board of the Bronx, I will read these papers in my cabin," said the captain, as he went below.
"I think Mr.Passford and I shall not waste any time while you are engaged, captain," replied Mr.Vapoor.
Certain personal and social matters had to be spoken of, and Paul had to ask about Florry Passford first, and Christy's father and mother afterwards, though there was no news to tell.
"What are those vessels off there, Christy ?" asked Paul, pointing to the Havana and the schooners.
"They are our prizes," replied the first lieutenant.
"Did you have to fight for them ?" "A little, not much.

What steamer is that in which you came, Paul ?" "Our prize," replied Paul, with a smile as though he knew more than he was permitted to tell.

"We had an awful fight to get her; but we got her all the same.

Poor Mr.Dashington was badly wounded, and he may not get over it." "I am sorry to hear that.