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เว็บ เกม ออนไลน์ ถอน ขั้น ต่ำ 100 143 "This is my cabin, is it?" said Corny, as he followed the steward into the apartment. "That makes it all the more remarkable, for I was not aware that there was any officer in the navy who resembled me so closely," added Christy more bewildered than before, and beginning to scent a plot of some kind against him or his country. "You have the names of the four men that I sent to you by the steward, have you not?" asked Christy. His reflections relieved him of all scruples in regard to any action he might resolve to take. He was held in confinement as a Confederate. When he had been taken by the enemy and locked up as a union prisoner, he had considered his duty, independently of his desire to be free, and he had effected his escape with Flint. In the present instance his confinement was not irksome, but he felt more keenly than before that he ought to do something to save the little gunboat; and he could do nothing without first getting into a position where he could act. "Stand! Who comes there?" said the sentinel. "Bonnydale!" repeated the officer, after using his handkerchief, and thus improving his utterance of the word.