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สมัคร เอเย่นต์ เว็บ พนัน ฟรี "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. "Mr. Passford," continued the captain, indicating Christy with his finger, "your father's name, if you please." "The plan was not finally successful, more is the pity," added the Southern gentleman. "Nothing more, Captain Battleton." Another half hour elapsed, and except the monotonous plaint of the screw, no sound was to be heard. A footstep came from the cabin, where Dave was at work, or appeared to be, for he had been stationed there for his part of the programme which was presently to be carried out. CHAPTER VIII THE PRISONER OF WAR