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CHAPTER III CHRISTY PASSFORD IS UTTERLY CONFOUNDED

ยิงปลาเพื่อเงิน APK 132 "Into Pensacola!" exclaimed the steward, aghast at the remark. Christy felt very much like a caged tiger. He had hoped that the Bellevite would be on the station when he arrived, for there were plenty of officers and seamen on board of her who could identify him beyond the possibility of a doubt. In that case he intended to make a strong appeal to Captain Battleton, for he would then have the means of arriving at a correct conclusion. Then he could explain in what manner he had been robbed of his papers with some chance of having his statement accepted. "But what became of Corny?" asked Colonel Passford, with no little anxiety on his face. Neither of the two disloyal officers of the Bronx was an infant, and each struggled like a brave man against the force that attacked them. Mr. Flint had fallen upon Mr. Galvinne from behind, and had thrown him down at the first onslaught. He fought like a tiger, but with the aid of Christy and two of the men from the 167 waist, he was subdued, and Christy had a strap ready to confine his hands behind him. Then he was drawn over to the rail and made fast to a belaying pin. "I don't want him to take me simply because my father desires him to do so," answered the young commander, shaking his head.