With this information he could the more readily obtain more.

Christy did not wish to sleep, and he felt that he could not afford to spend his time in that way.

He sat up in the berth, and wrote the two names he had heard in his pocket-diary, in order to make sure that he did not forget them.

While he was thus engaged Dr.Connelly came into the quarters of the crew.
"Well, Mr.Passford, are you all right ?" asked the surgeon, as soon as he discovered Christy in the dim light of the place.
"All right in every respect," replied the young officer cheerfully.
"You are not sea-sick ?" inquired the doctor, laughing.
"Sea-sick! No, sir; I believe I never was sea-sick in my life." "You are more fortunate than your cousin, for he is having quite a hard time of it," added the doctor, who seemed to be very much amused that the future commander of the Bronx, who had been to sea so much, should be afflicted in this manner.
"He was always sea-sick when he first went out, and it appears that he has not yet got over the habit.

He was so badly off on one occasion that my father thought of taking him on shore, and sending him back to Mobile by land." "Do you refer to the lieutenant appointed to the command of the Bronx on our arrival in the Gulf ?" asked Dr.Connelly, laughing.
"I do not; I am that person myself," replied Christy very decidedly.