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"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.

ufa ฝาก ออ โต้ CHAPTER III CHRISTY PASSFORD IS UTTERLY CONFOUNDED "The farce came to an end when you menaced me with death if I declined to sign the order you dictated, and the steward played the first scene in the tragedy. I am sure it was a farce up to that time," replied Christy. "Mr. Flint, have the prisoner put in irons, and remove him to the quarters of the men forward. Give him a berthsack and a blanket, and place a hand to stand guard over him." "A prisoner of war!" exclaimed the steward. "The commander of the ship a prisoner!"