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เกมไพ่ศักดิ์ศรี "Hardly; both of them claim to be the same officer, and I have invited you to assist me in deciding which is the real Mr. Passford." It was a living being, or it would not move, and he was certain that he had made a discovery. Then two regrets flashed through his mind as he stepped down from the veranda; the first, that he had not put on his shoes before he left his chamber, and the second, that he had not taken his pistols, for a bullet would travel a great deal faster than a barefooted officer, even of the United States Navy. But he ran with all his speed to the street, to the great detriment of his uncovered feet. "I can only say that you will not be held as a prisoner of war; but I must leave you in the hands of the flag-officer, who will dispose of you as he thinks best. I sail in the Bronx immediately." "But what are we going to do, Massa Christy?" asked the steward, dazzled by the situation.