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เล่น พนัน ออนไลน์ ให้ ได้ เงิน "Where were you yesterday, Corny?" asked Christy, suddenly suppressing his mirth. Before he reached the sacred limits of the quarter-deck, Christy met a quartermaster, of whom he inquired the name of the commander. "I can make nothing of it," added the surgeon. "It looks to me as though the commission alone would have to settle this matter." 203 The captain went on the bridge; but he could not see the light. He descended to the deck, and then mounted the fore-rigging. The lookout saw him, and said he could not see the light any longer; it had been in sight a couple of minutes, and then had disappeared. It was useless to look for it if gone, and Christy returned to the bridge, where Mr. Pennant was attentively studying the compass. "I hope you have not committed any rash act, Mr. Passford," said Dr. Connelly as the party passed through the ward room. Silently Mr. Pennant selected his crew for the boat, saw them armed, and had the cutter lowered into the water. In a very short space of time the boat was off. The commander did not believe that anything very serious would result from this boat expedition, for he was confident there was no vessel of any size near the Bronx. The men in the cutter pulled very quietly, and hardly splashed the water with their oars, for they had all been trained by Christy himself to pull without noise when he was executive officer. "This will never do, Passford," said the tyrannical officer.