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"Who's there?" demanded Christy Passford, sitting up in his bed, in the middle of the night, in his room on the second floor of his father's palatial mansion on the Hudson, where the young lieutenant was waiting for a passage to the Gulf.

ราคา บอล sbobet วัน นี้ "Strike one bell, Vincent!" said Mr. Flint, when the captain had given him the order to go ahead. "I was sick, and I wished to be as near the Vernon as possible. I felt better in the afternoon and attended to my affairs; but I got bad again in the afternoon, and I came on board in the evening, for I was afraid I should not be able to 68 do so in the morning," answered the invalid, becoming as lively as before. "It does not look like a very bad case," added the doctor, finding it necessary to say something, as he felt the pulse of the sufferer. 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. "It does not look like a very bad case," added the doctor, finding it necessary to say something, as he felt the pulse of the sufferer. "I thank you for the suggestion, Mr. Passford, and I must say that you seem to be entirely fair," said the commander.