A LESSON IN ORDINARY POLITENESS Though the second lieutenant of the Bronx had not been to breakfast, it was not his stomach that made the first demand upon him.

He directed the steward to remain in the gangway and apprise him of the coming of any person in the direction of the cabin and ward room.

Dave took his station on the steps.

Mr.Flint entered the stateroom, and the first thing he did was to drop down on his knees and thrust his right hand into the space under the berth.

It was instantly grasped by Christy, and given a warm pressure.
"Is it really you, Captain Passford ?" asked the second lieutenant.
"No doubt of it," replied Christy.
"I thought you were somewhat changed in your looks when I saw you come on board of the Bronx, and then I felt that the greeting you gave me was rather stiff for an old comrade who had passed some time with you in a Confederate prison," added Mr.Flint.
"We have no time to talk sentiment now.