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94 THE YANKEE CHAMPION. brig, do you?”’ asked the Englishman, as a shade of hope passed over his countenance. “Of course I do,’’ returned Walter. ‘You'll do more than I think you will, if you do,” the captain said; but it was spoken in a forced tone. ‘Now I think, my dear sir, that the hardest part of the jobis done. I’ve run alongside of an English frigate, held quite a chat with her officers, passed the time of day with a transport full of British sol- diers, and then boarded one of the frigate’s charges, taken all hands prisoners, and made myself at home on her deck. What do you think of that?’’ “T think you area set of thieving, darkness-loving scamps,’’ returned the captain. ‘‘Oh, lor’ sakes—don’t,’’? drawled old Maynard, who stood near. ‘‘You’ll hurt our feelin’s terrible.”’ The Englishman was not without common sense, and he saw that at anything like anger or black- guardism he should get the worst of it; so he deter- mined to keep quiet and trust to the possibility of either the transport or the frigate’s seeing the game - that was being played, and stopping the Yankee in his course. The light at the mast-head had been extinguished, and the brig was hove to, and as yet the ruse had not been detected by the transport or the frigate. The prisoners were ironed, and a guard placed over — them to prevent any noise, and then the men were let up from the forecastle under the injunctive muz- zles of half a dozen pistols which had been taken from the small arm-chest of the prize; for though Nixon would not have had one of them fired, yet he knew that their silent language would be impres- sive. At fifteen minutes before nine o’clock, Mr. Baker ‘comicbooks.co