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888 คาสิโนมือถือ "Mind yore eye, Massa Gumboat!" exclaimed Job, in a low tone, but with great earnestness. "I am not; but I am his nephew," replied the commander, willing to be perfectly frank with him. 241 "He did not do that in person; but employed Byron to do it for him; and for several weeks this actor was a house-servant at Bonnydale," answered Christy, as he proceeded to narrate the adventure more in detail. "It is not an old story, for the last event occurred on board of the Bronx at about eight o'clock last evening." "At Bonnydale, on the Hudson," answered Corny, as we may call him now that the reader knows who he is. For the next three days it blew a gale, moderating 111 at times, and then piping up again. To a sailor it was not bad weather, but Christy learned from the surgeon that his cousin was confined to his berth during all this time. The prisoner went on deck for the time permitted each forenoon and afternoon. He had his eyes wide open all the time, on the lookout for anything that would afford him further information in regard to the plot in the midst of which he was living. "Dat's it, Massa Ossifer!" exclaimed Job, apparently delighted to find that he had made himself understood.