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สปอร์ต พูล บ้าน ผล บอล "No, you didn't, Dave; that was Corny," replied Christy. "I said one of the officers; and you know as well as I do which one." CHAPTER VII THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF THE DECISION Though the second lieutenant of the Bronx had not been to breakfast, it was not his stomach that made the first demand upon him. He directed the steward to remain in the gangway and apprise him of the coming of any person in the direction of the cabin and ward room. Dave took his station on the steps. Mr. Flint entered the stateroom, and the first thing he did was to drop down on his knees and thrust his right hand into the space under the berth. It was instantly grasped by Christy, and given a warm pressure. "Yes, sar; de oberseer's sick abed, and dis nigger go right in like massa hisself," replied Job, as he led the way in the direction of the planter's house.