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ทีเด็ด บอล สปอร์ต แมน "While you are here, doctor, I will show you my arm, which is beginning to be somewhat uncomfortable," said the third lieutenant with a cheerful smile. "Who is it? What is the matter?" demanded the lady of the mansion, in tones which indicated anxiety if not alarm. "Four bells, Mr. Flint!" added the commander when the Bronx was fairly under way. "What am I to do, Mr. Galvinne?" asked Corny. Neither of the two disloyal officers of the Bronx was an infant, and each struggled like a brave man against the force that attacked them. Mr. Flint had fallen upon Mr. Galvinne from behind, and had thrown him down at the first onslaught. He fought like a tiger, but with the aid of Christy and two of the men from the 167 waist, he was subdued, and Christy had a strap ready to confine his hands behind him. Then he was drawn over to the rail and made fast to a belaying pin.