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สมัคร ฝาก 1 บาท The cabin was to be occupied by Corny, though his cousin had no doubt that Mr. Galvinne was the real leader in the adventure of capturing the steamer. Both of them would be obliged to keep up appearances for the present. Christy's first thought after he had settled himself in his new quarters related to the cabin steward, who had served him very faithfully, and whom he had 127 brought off in the Teaser, the former name of the Bronx. He had no doubt he was still on board, and probably acting in his former capacity, for Mr. Flint knew that he was attached to the man for the service he had rendered, not only to him but to his country. He was absolutely sure that Dave could be trusted under any and all circumstances, and the first thing he did would be to make a connection with him. "No, sar; I want to be free, but I'm not gwine away, I want to see de gumboat." "I did not think it was so late; but that reminds me that I have eaten nothing since my breakfast was brought to me early this morning," said Christy. "I reckon I do, sir; your cousin Corny is an impostor," replied the steward promptly. By this time the executive officer had beat the crew to quarters, and every man was at his station. "In what direction is the head of the steamer pointed, Mr. Pennant?" he asked as he joined the lieutenant.