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huc99 เครดิต ฟรี 2020 Captain Battleton seated himself in the armchair which Corny had abandoned, and placed a quire of paper before him as though he intended to take notes of the proceedings. Christy was not at all disturbed by the formal aspect the affair was assuming, for he felt entirely confident that poor Corny would be a prisoner of war at its conclusion. He had his commission and his orders in his pocket, and he was positive that they would vindicate him. "Shut the door, Mike," said the officer, in order to prevent the light from being seen. "I submit to your authority, Captain Battleton," replied Christy, bowing to the commander. "I'm the one for your money," returned the oarsman, as he headed his boat into the slip. "I am glad to see you, Christy," said the prisoner, if he was to be regarded as such, for he certainly was not a sailor or a soldier.