By the way, Corny, where is my commission that you and he stole from my pocket at Bonnydale ?" "That is my commission," replied Corny, putting his hand involuntarily on his left breast, where he had carried his papers on board of the Vernon.
"You stole it, cousin, and you must give it back to me," added Christy, very decidedly.
"I shall not," replied Corny, with quite as much firmness.
"Take it from him," said the commander.
The hands of the impostor were now free, and he placed himself in a defensive attitude; but Ralph Pennant, who was rather above the average stature, threw his arms around him, and he was pinned as tightly as though he had been put into a strait jacket.

Corny was probably stiff in his arms from their confinement, and he was unable to make a very spirited defence.

While the seaman held him, Christy took the envelope from his breast pocket, and transferred it to his own.

But there was considerable noise made in the brief scuffle, which waked some of the sleepers.

From one of the staterooms an officer rushed out, and demanded the cause of the disturbance.