AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE The Snapper was quite a small craft, and looked like an old vessel; for she was a side-wheeler, though she had evidently been built for a sea-going craft.

Whether Flanger had escaped from the Bellevite after being transferred to her from the Bronx, or had been regularly exchanged as a prisoner of war, Christy had no means of knowing.

It made little difference; he was in Nassau, and he was thirsting for revenge against him.
The young officer did not feel that the brutal wretch had any reasonable cause to complain of him, and especially no right to revenge himself for an injury received while his assailant was the aggressor.

He had done his duty to his country.

He had been compelled to act promptly; and he had not aimed his revolver particularly at the nose of his dangerous assailant.