In a short time the Bronx was under way, headed to the eastward, in accordance with her verbal orders, for the sealed envelope was not to be opened till nine o'clock in the evening, as Christy learned from Mr.Flint.
The deck was in charge of the second lieutenant, who was seeing that everything was put in order.

But it might have been observed that he was more familiar with the men than was his habit.

For the first time since he came on board, Corny went below to take a look at his quarters, Dave bearing his valise before him.

At the same time Mr.Galvinne presented himself in the ward room to take possession of the stateroom of the first lieutenant, which was the farthest forward on the starboard side.
It had been Christy's room during his service in the Gulf, though he had made himself at home in the captain's cabin when he was acting commander on the voyage from New York.
"This is my cabin, is it ?" said Corny, as he followed the steward into the apartment.
"I think you ought to know it by this time, Captain Passford," answered Dave; and the remark was enough to condemn the impostor in the opinion of the servant.

"You lived in here when you were in command of the vessel." "All right.