poipetfifa1688
poipetfifa1688
āđāļāļ° āļāđāļē āļāļē āļāļē āļĢāđāļē "All ready, Mr. Flint," reported the third lieutenant, when he had completed the repairs on the steering gear. At first, he was disposed to be amused at the answers the quartermaster had given him, for it was evident to him then that he had been mistaken for another person. It looked as though some officer had come on board, and reported under his name, for he had not yet learned anything in regard to the gentleman who had appeared to be quite sick when he reported himself. It had the elements of another mystery in it. But the petty officer could easily have made an honest mistake; and this was the solution he accepted, without bothering his bewildered brain any further about it. "I certainly hope you will do so, sir, if possible."