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โปร ฝาก 9 รับ 100 ล่าสุด "Uncle Job," said Mike, placing his hand on the shoulder of the sleeper on the side of the bed nearest to him. The commander looked at his watch after they had conversed a little while longer, and then invited Christy to visit his cabin with him. The other Lieutenant Passford was seated in an arm-chair at the table. Christy looked at him with the deepest interest, but the back of the other was turned to him, and he did not get a full view of his face. The sick man was dressed in the naval uniform with the shoulder straps of a lieutenant. "All right, doctor; I have been directed to admit you. Pass in, sir." "Not till you change your tone. I wish you to understand that I am in command of this ship, and I have my commission in my pocket. I intend to be treated with decency at least."