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ทีเด็ด บอล ชุด 69 At the present time his father was in Washington, and he could not have neglected to close the door. He had been to the railroad station to meet the last train, thinking it possible that his father might return, and he was confident that he had been the last to enter the house. He was very sure that he had not left the door unfastened, and this assurance made him confident that some person had entered the house. The noise at the door of his chamber was not an illusion or a dream: though it had been made by closing rather than by opening it, or he would have been likely to find the intruder in his room when he lighted his lamp. The old man had no hat to touch or take off, for the mass of hair was a sufficient protection to his head; but he bowed almost to the deck, and was too timid to say a single word. "Open with the broadside guns, Mr. Flint!" called Christy, as the Bronx came abreast of the works. "Steamer, ahoy!" came from her in the well-known voice of Mr. Blowitt, formerly the commander 294 of the Bronx, and now executive officer of the Bellevite. CHAPTER VIII THE PRISONER OF WAR "That seems to me to be a correct deduction," added Christy. "You seem to have a man ready for every vacant position. Who is he?" asked the commodore with a pleasant smile. "I don't understand it," said Captain Battleton, shaking his head.