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CHAPTER XVIII A BATTLE ON A SMALL SCALE

เครดิต ฟรี 50 กด รับ เอง 2021 For the next three days it blew a gale, moderating 111 at times, and then piping up again. To a sailor it was not bad weather, but Christy learned from the surgeon that his cousin was confined to his berth during all this time. The prisoner went on deck for the time permitted each forenoon and afternoon. He had his eyes wide open all the time, on the lookout for anything that would afford him further information in regard to the plot in the midst of which he was living. "You are one now, at any rate. Were you bound to Appalachicola?" "Do you think he could go out into the cabin, doctor?" asked the captain. "I wish to see him on a matter of the utmost importance. Is he dressed?" "But what became of Corny?" asked Colonel Passford, with no little anxiety on his face. Christy was utterly confounded at this salutation.