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โปร โม ชั่ น ฝาก 1 บาท ได้ 100 There was nothing necessarily secret in the proceedings in the cabin, and the stewards might have heard what was said in the ward room after the decision had been rendered, reporting it to members of the crew, who had circulated it as the latest news. At any rate, the group near Christy were talking about the two officers who claimed to be Lieutenant Passford. They spoke in low tones, and Christy could hardly hear what they said. His berth was ready for him, and he concluded to lie down in it. He took no notice of the speakers, and soon pretended to be asleep. "Whew! Then you are still the commander of the Bronx?" repeated Christy, laughing at his cousin's persistence. "Mr. Flint, drop a drift lead, and station a hand to observe it," said Christy, hailing the first lieutenant. He slept soundly; but he had dreamed that some one opened the door of his room, or some one had actually done so. He was not a believer in dreams, and when an impression had fastened itself upon his mind, he was inclined to investigate it. It seemed to him that he had been awakened from his sleep by the opening of the door of his chamber. Some member of the family might be sick, and he might be needed to go for the doctor, or for some other service. "But Bonnydale is not an incorporated town. In what city or town is your father's place situated?"