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Though the second lieutenant of the Bronx had not been to breakfast, it was not his stomach that made the first demand upon him. He directed the steward to remain in the gangway and apprise him of the coming of any person in the direction of the cabin and ward room. Dave took his station on the steps. Mr. Flint entered the stateroom, and the first thing he did was to drop down on his knees and thrust his right hand into the space under the berth. It was instantly grasped by Christy, and given a warm pressure.

บา คา ร่า ufa747 "I am afraid he is fond of whiskey, though I do not know that he is." "Open with the broadside guns, Mr. Flint!" called Christy, as the Bronx came abreast of the works. 326 "Can't you spell it?" CHAPTER IX A MORAL PHILOSOPHER. Christy crawled to the front of the berth, and thrust his head out into the stateroom in as natural a position as he could place it.