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The Conference in the Captain's Cabin.—Page 70.

แจก เงิน บา คา ร่า "I appoint him third lieutenant temporarily." "Good-morning, Uncle Job," replied Mike, taking the hand of the aged colored person. "How is your health?" "I am sorry to have kept you waiting for your supper, sir," replied Christy, falling in with the humor of his involuntary guest. "But that was the fault of my steward, who ought to have informed me that I was to have the pleasure of your company at supper." "What's that, Captain Passford?" demanded Dave, opening his eyes like a pair of saucers. The lamp on gimbols was lighted, and Corny took possession of the room, and had not a suspicion that he was not its only occupant. He lay down in his berth after he had removed his coat and shoes, and in a few minutes Christy judged that he was asleep from the sound of his breathing, which soon degenerated into a mild snore. Mr. Flint was to make a beginning in the project, or, as Dave called it, "open the ball." "I reckon I do, sir; your cousin Corny is an impostor," replied the steward promptly. "We had the Magnolia over here then, and I used to go out fishing in her about every night," chuckled Mike. "Sometimes I did not catch any fish, and sometimes I caught five hundred boxes of Havana cigars. I often caught other kinds of fish."