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āļāļāļĨāļāļ āđāļĨāđāļ āļāļē āļāļē āļĢāđāļē āļāļĢāļĩ 100000 "I go for de doctor if he's dar," said Job. "I don't think it will, Galvinne. Behave like a gentleman, and we shall have no difficulty," added Corny. "Do you think you should have let these conspirators 171 run into Pensacola Bay without meddling with the matter?" asked Christy. "I think you had better let me stanch the blood," suggested Dr. Connelly. "Could you hear any slapping of a paddle wheel, or other noises that sound like a steamer?" asked Christy in the same low tone. Though the second lieutenant of the Bronx had not been to breakfast, it was not his stomach that made the first demand upon him. He directed the steward to remain in the gangway and apprise him of the coming of any person in the direction of the cabin and ward room. Dave took his station on the steps. Mr. Flint entered the stateroom, and the first thing he did was to drop down on his knees and thrust his right hand into the space under the berth. It was instantly grasped by Christy, and given a warm pressure.