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"I hope to drink up every drop of water in the Alabama River if I did not forget all about that! Gollywomps! Dave is getting stupid," exclaimed the steward, springing to his feet. "I can't bring you a regular dinner, Massa Christy, but I will do the best I can."

สล็อตเหรียญ When Christy awoke it was dark, or at least dusky, as far as he could judge in his concealment. He heard the rattle of dishes, knives and forks in the cabin, and he understood that the captain was taking his dinner. A conversation was in progress, and Christy concluded from the 159 voices he heard that Corny had invited his first lieutenant to dine with him. "How was the weather when you left the deck, Mr. Flint?" asked the commander. "I did not answer your question, Mr. Passford," interposed Captain Battleton. "In an hour we will settle the question." "No doubt of that, sir." CHAPTER XXVII THE PLANNING OF AN EXPEDITION