He is my property, and when we are fairly in Pensacola Bay I shall seize him up to the grating, and give him thirty-nine for opening his mouth when he ought to have kept it closed.
Where is he now, for I did not find him among the prisoners ?" "He has enlisted as a seaman, and seems to be a good one.

By the way, where did you learn that my cousin attempted to take the Bronx into Pensacola Bay ?" asked Christy curiously, though he was using up the time he could not yet improve.
"It was not your cousin at all who attempted to take the vessel into Pensacola Bay; it was Galvinne, for Corny only acted as a figure-head, as I intend to use you.

Galvinne was a prisoner by my side on board of the flag-ship, and told me all about it when he was releasing my right hand from the bracelet," replied Captain Flanger.
"Then I am to do duty as a figure-head, am I ?" laughed Christy.
"Precisely; and you are a better-looking one than your cousin.

But excuse me for changing the subject of the conversation, for I am losing time.

I see by the telltale over our heads that the Bronx is headed to the south-west, which is doubtless the course you were ordered to take by the commodore." "The telltale is honest, and tells no lies," replied Christy.
"Where are you bound, Captain Passford ?" asked Flanger, in a careless and indifferent manner, as he looked about the cabin.
"I don't know." "Sealed orders ?" "You must draw your own inferences, Captain Flanger." "It won't take a six-mule team to draw that one," added the privateersman, rather sourly for the first time.