He was in position to make a movement of some kind, and the intruder deliberately drew from his right-hand coat pocket a heavy revolver.

Holding this in his hand, he drew another from the left-hand pocket, and threw it on the table.
"I don't wish to be rude with a gentleman as polite as yourself, Captain Passford; but you interrupted my remarks by rising from your chair," said Captain Flanger, with the revolver still poised in his hand, while he dropped the other with the handcuff upon it at his side.
"Excuse me for interrupting you, Captain Flanger; but I have eaten a hearty supper, encouraged by your friendly presence, and I was sleepy, for my rest was broken last night, and I wanted simply to stretch myself," replied Christy, yawning and stretching himself again.
"All right, captain; it is not necessary for me to say a single word," added the intruder, as he made a slight demonstration with the weapon in his right hand, which was not lost upon the commander.

"With your permission, I will proceed with my remarks." "Certainly, captain; go on." "My first misfortune was in being made a prisoner.

My second and most annoying mishap was the capture of the Floridian," continued Captain Flanger.

"It was my intention to fit her out as a privateer, with the proceeds of the sale of her cargo of cotton, for she is a good vessel, and as fast as the Bronx, as you call her." "Then I was very fortunate in capturing her," added Christy with a smile.
"Perhaps not, for I intend to replace her with the Bronx." The commander was amazed at the impudence of the intruder..