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sa game vip 88
āļŠāļĄāļąāļāļĢ āļĢāļąāļ āđāļāļĢāļāļīāļ āļāļĢāļĩ āļāļąāļāļāļĩ āđāļĄāđ āļāđāļāļ āđāļāļĢāđ "Are you a free man?" "You don't like it!" exclaimed the engineer of the Bellevite. At this moment the captain appeared in the gangway, and interrupted the conversation. He informed the prisoner of war, as he chose to regard him, that he had directed the carpenter to put up a temporary berth for him. Christy opened his valise, and took from it his frock, which he put on after he had disposed of his coat. Then he looked like a common sailor. He was informed that his berth was just forward of the steerage, in that part of the steamer where the men slung their hammocks. The third lieutenant was directed to show him to the place indicated. "He is quite safe; he is a prisoner of war below, with a pair of handcuffs on his wrists," replied Christy. "You and he together made the nest for him, and he must sleep in it. I cannot say what the commodore will do with you." 140 "But you had no witnesses then. You have twenty or thirty of them now. I know you, and so do all the members of the old crew."