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สมัคร สล็อต ออนไลน์ ฟรี เครดิต "I have been wanting to see you, Christy," said the planter, as he approached his nephew. "I learn, with no little astonishment, that you are the commander of this steamer." "You must excuse me, Captain Flanger, but I object to signing such an order," replied Christy, as he rose from his chair. "Yes, sar; ober dar," he replied, pointing to the west. He was carried to his stateroom by his officers, and the doctor examined his last wound. He was 359 restored to consciousness, but he looked like death itself beneath the ruddy brown of his weather-beaten face. "I don't like to contradict my cousin, but I was brought up in the North," said Christy, hoping Captain Battleton would notice the difference in the phraseology.