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āđāļ§āđāļ āļāļ·āđāļ āļŦāļ§āļĒ āļĨāļēāļ§ 4 āļāļąāļ§ "He says he is, and I have to take his word for it," replied the surgeon, with a corresponding smile. "He still complains that his head and his bones ache, so that I cannot say he is improving," replied Dr. Connelly. "Have them closely watched, or they may play us some trick when we least suspect it, and in some critical moment," said the commander. Christy had deposited his valise in a place where it was not likely to be seen unless a search was made for it. There was no one in the ward room to obstruct his advance to the captain's cabin. He had served as acting-commander of the vessel in a voyage from New York to the Gulf, and been the executive officer on board for a short term, and he was perfectly at home in every part of her. In the conspiracy on his last voyage in the Bronx, Pink Mulgrum had concealed himself under the berth in the captain's stateroom, where Dave, the cabin steward, had discovered him, though he might have remained there a month if his hiding-place had not been suspected.