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เครดิต ฟรี sagame350 "I beg your pardon, Captain Flanger, but do you really purpose to blow out the brains of your figure-head?" asked Christy, as coolly as though no such threat had been suggested to him. This responsibility was not of a personal nature. He did not have the feeling that he had been vanquished in the contest before the captain, and the fact that he was a prisoner hardly disturbed him. It was the prospective injury to the cause of his country which occasioned his solicitude. His object was to save the Vernon, the Bronx, or both, from being handed over to the enemy without a struggle to save them, one or both. 124 "I don't think you will, sir, after the circumstances have been explained." "You appear to be wounded, Captain Flanger?" said Christy, approaching the table. "A prisoner of war!" exclaimed the steward. "The commander of the ship a prisoner!"