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มุมยิงโป๊กเกอร์ "I am sure I do not know. I called in the coachman, and he has been to his room and looked all over the place without finding him." As he spoke, Boxie dropped in his place at the wheel, and Vincent grasped the spokes. The blood was streaming down the face of the old man, and he did not move after he fell. Two sailors bore him below; but the surgeon promptly declared that he was dead. "'Pose I don't answer 'em?" suggested the negro. "You must excuse me, Captain Flanger, but I object to signing such an order," replied Christy, as he rose from his chair.