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เกมส์ที่จะเล่นตอนนี้ Christy had deposited his valise in a place where it was not likely to be seen unless a search was made for it. There was no one in the ward room to obstruct his advance to the captain's cabin. He had served as acting-commander of the vessel in a voyage from New York to the Gulf, and been the executive officer on board for a short term, and he was perfectly at home in every part of her. In the conspiracy on his last voyage in the Bronx, Pink Mulgrum had concealed himself under the berth in the captain's stateroom, where Dave, the cabin steward, had discovered him, though he might have remained there a month if his hiding-place had not been suspected. "It is; the name was given to the estate by my mother," replied Christy, unable to follow Corny any farther. "No doubt of it," replied Christy. "You have been under this berth since the steamer left the flag-ship!" exclaimed Corny, apparently amazed at the fact. "All sorts o' tings, massa; guns, and pistols, and close. Dis nigger help take de tings out ob her." "I wish it had! You have bade a scarecrow of be for life!" he gasped.