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yak168 "Can you form any idea where we are, Captain Passford?" asked the lieutenant. In spite of his claim that he was a religious man, he indulged in a volley of profane language which made the commander's blood run cold in his veins. His right hand, from which he had dropped one of his revolvers, was pressed upon his nose, as though this organ was the seat of his injury. He stood behind the table, and continued to swear like a pirate in a passion. His face and his hand were absolutely covered with blood. "Invite the first lieutenant to the captain's cabin," said Dave. "Yes, sir;" and the steward left the cabin.