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ufa āļāļēāļ 500 āļĢāļąāļ 700 "I have heard about that; and I know that your cousin Christopher is no chicken." "I propose to appoint him executive officer of the Bronx." The petty officer did not hear his remarks, for he had been called by the second lieutenant in the waist, and, with a touch of his cap, hastened away. The lieutenant opened his eyes very wide, as he looked down at the seams in the deck, and wondered whether he were asleep or awake. He had been quite sick, and he had come on board the 46 night before! It was very strange that he was not at all aware of either of these facts. He felt reasonably confident that he had slept in his own chamber at Bonnydale the night before, and at that time he was certainly in a very robust state of health, however it might be at the present moment. Even now, he could not complain of anything more severe than an embryo cold in the head, which the medicine his mother had given him would probably reduce to a state of subjection in a day or two. "My cousin gave his name and rank correctly." "Does your patient below seem to be improving, doctor?" he asked.