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hotleague สุมหัว 1 ตัว During this conversation, Ralph, still holding his prisoner, had sent the steward on deck for a pair of handcuffs, which the seaman proceeded to apply to the wrists of Corny. "Do you wish to leave this place, Uncle Job?" asked the officer. "On deck!" shouted the lookout at the foremast head. "Light on the starboard bow!" "Make the course west north-west," said he to the first lieutenant, as he joined him on the bridge. Christy laughed in spite of the importance of the investigation at the coolness and self-possession of his cousin; but he could not understand how Corny would be able to produce a copy of his report, which was in his valise with several such papers. "I beg your pardon, sir; my name is not Walsh," replied the sailor, with all the deference the occasion required.