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บาคาร่า B79 "I tell you the truth, Dave; but things are mixed," added Christy. "You can trust Dave, Massa Christy," replied the steward, as the officer drew back into his hiding-place. "Good, Corny!" exclaimed Christy, dropping upon the divan of the cabin and laughing heartily. "Here you differ. Did you make a report of your voyage home, Lieutenant Passford?" continued the captain, pointing at Corny. "Midnight is rather an odd time for the opening of the envelope containing the orders," said Mr. Flint, as he seated himself at the table. "But I suppose it was chosen for a purpose." Lieutenant Christopher Passford, in his two years' experience in the navy, had been under the fire of the enemy too many times to be intimidated by a burglar, and he felt a certain contempt for the midnight marauder, who had entered the mansion and disturbed his restful slumbers. He returned to his bed, therefore, and slept like a marine till the call bell woke him in the morning.