Go 'way! You can't fool this colored person." "I tell you the truth, Dave; but things are mixed," added Christy.
"I believe you; they be mixed if you be the captain when I done seen him on deck just now." "Sit down on the floor, Dave, and I will tell you all about it," continued Christy, though the difficulty of convincing the steward was not unexpected.
"Let me see your face before you told me anything," persisted Dave, as he pulled out one end of the trunk, and dropped upon his knees where he could see under the berth.
Christy crawled to the front of the berth, and thrust his head out into the stateroom in as natural a position as he could place it.
"Wollywogs! You look like Massa Christy, for sure," exclaimed Dave, as he gave himself up to a study of the face presented to him.

"But the captain looks like Massa Christy too." "You have never seen my cousin Corny, I believe, Dave; but he looks like me.

Now sit down, and I will tell you all about it." "I never saw Massa Corny; but I done hear enough about him when I was at Bonnydale.

Show me your knife and your watch, Massa Christy." He complied with the request, as he saw that it was a very simple means of identification, for the steward had some skill as a mechanic, and he had frequently sharpened the knife, and knew the repeater of the lieutenant from having seen it so often, for it was a very peculiar watch.

Dave's last doubt vanished when these articles were produced.
"But the other Massa Passford looks just like you," added Dave.
"If you saw us together you would not mistake him for me," replied Christy, as he proceeded to explain the situation to the steward, upon whom he depended for very important assistance.
He related the incidents which had occurred at Bonnydale, the loss of his commission and orders, and the decision of Captain Battleton against him, concluding with the statement that he was then a prisoner of war, but had made his escape from the place where he had been required to remain.
"A prisoner of war!" exclaimed the steward.