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ฝาก 20 รับ 100 918kiss The commodore shook his head, but he looked very good-natured. Christy narrated the part Dave had taken in the capture of Captain Flanger in the cabin, and in recovering possession of the Bronx when it was shown that the officers were rebels. Mr. Flint was sent for. He was quite as earnest in his plea for the steward as the commander had been, and the written appointment of Mr. David Davis was in Christy's hands when the flag-officer took his leave of the wounded commander. "He did not, and perhaps I have made a mistake, though my superior officer told me at the yard that it would be safe for me to obey the verbal order," replied Captain Battleton, looking somewhat troubled. "Are you a Russian?" asked the commander, inclined to laugh at this singular name of one of the proscribed race. "Mullygumps!" exclaimed Dave, as he suspended his labors on the trunk. CHAPTER XXX THE ATTACK UPON THE FORT "Sealed orders?"