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"Any orders, Captain Passford?" asked the first lieutenant, as he saw that Christy appeared to be master of the situation.

บา คา ร่า แนะ นํา เพื่อน "I know no name but Bonnydale," replied Corny; and the flush of fever or something else was on his cheeks now. "What are you waiting for, Mr. Flint?" asked Christy in a whisper, as he joined the second lieutenant. "West north-west, sir," repeated the executive officer, as he gave it to the quartermaster at the wheel. "Quartermaster, strike one bell," said Christy. "Don't you know me, Dave?" asked Christy, speaking out plainly so that the steward might recognize his voice. "That is very odd," mused the officer, wondering whether this sudden disappearance had anything to do with the principal event of the preceding night. When Christy awoke it was dark, or at least dusky, as far as he could judge in his concealment. He heard the rattle of dishes, knives and forks in the cabin, and he understood that the captain was taking his dinner. A conversation was in progress, and Christy concluded from the 159 voices he heard that Corny had invited his first lieutenant to dine with him. The cabin was to be occupied by Corny, though his cousin had no doubt that Mr. Galvinne was the real leader in the adventure of capturing the steamer. Both of them would be obliged to keep up appearances for the present. Christy's first thought after he had settled himself in his new quarters related to the cabin steward, who had served him very faithfully, and whom he had 127 brought off in the Teaser, the former name of the Bronx. He had no doubt he was still on board, and probably acting in his former capacity, for Mr. Flint knew that he was attached to the man for the service he had rendered, not only to him but to his country. He was absolutely sure that Dave could be trusted under any and all circumstances, and the first thing he did would be to make a connection with him.