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"Then I stay for sure; I don't go back on you, Massa Christy," protested the steward warmly.

mega888 สมัคร "We are bound to the westward, and the course looks as though we might be ordered up the Mississippi," suggested Mr. Flint. Christy was still clothed in the frock and cap of a common sailor, and he realized that it was time for him to put on his uniform. He went to the quarters of the men where he had concealed his valise, and carried it back to the cabin, where he proceeded to make the change. In a short time he had put himself in proper condition to take his place on the quarter-deck in command when his presence was required. He had nothing to do at present, and he concluded to write his report of the remarkable proceedings on board since the 175 Bronx left the station. He wanted his desk, and he went to the stateroom. "A prisoner of war!" exclaimed the steward. "The commander of the ship a prisoner!" "I tell you the truth, Dave; but things are mixed," added Christy.