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CHAPTER XX AN EXPEDITION TO ST. ANDREW'S BAY

10 เจ้ามือรับแทงที่มีชื่อเสียง A minute later Christy appeared with his report in his hand, and both of them were presented to the captain. The handwriting was as different as possible in the two papers. Corny's was in a large, coarse hand, but it was a fair copy, while Christy's contained several corrections and inter-lineations. No one could recognize the writing of either of the claimants, and the documents proved nothing at all. The captain was evidently weary of the investigation, and nothing but the commission 87 seemed to throw any reliable light upon the claim of either one or the other. "He was always sea-sick when he first went out, and it appears that he has not yet got over the habit. He was so badly off on one occasion that my father thought of taking him on shore, and sending him back to Mobile by land." "Whar you gwine, Massa Ossifer?" asked Uncle Job, after they had walked a short distance from the negro village. "How high is the grass in the streets of New York, Christy?" asked the colonel, with a twinkle of the eye, and a smile. "Jes' off de ole Fort Lafitte, whar de water's deep." "I am the commander of this steamer, and I have been assaulted in my berth!" replied the sufferer, warming up a little. "Then you can tell me better than any one else in regard to my status on board of the Bronx," added the colonel, who had won this title years before in the militia. "Am I considered a prisoner of war?"