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สมัคร สมาชิก ใหม่ ฟรี เครดิต "What's that, Captain Passford?" demanded Dave, opening his eyes like a pair of saucers. As soon as the Bronx had lost her headway, the screw was stopped, and a drift lead was dropped into the water. A sharp lookout had been kept, 313 and some flickering lights had been reported. The weather had become cloudy since noon, but there was no fog and no wind. "You may come with me, Ralph," added Christy, as he descended the companion-way. "No, you don't," interposed Mr. Blowitt. "You are commanding a little gunboat, though you are only eighteen." "About the same the last time I saw him. He 62 ate all the toast I sent to him, and seemed to enjoy it. I don't think he is in a dangerous condition," replied the surgeon. "This is very strange," said Captain Battleton, fixing his gaze upon the planks on which he stood, possibly considering whether he or his passenger was dreaming or out of his head.