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ufabet777 เว็บ ตรง "What good will that do?" demanded Christy. "My cousin has made out his case before the captain of the Vernon." "Don't strike, my men; they have surrendered," continued Mr. Pennant with a gesture to his men. The commander of the Bronx left the cabin where the interview had taken place. On the 251 deck he met his uncle, who was curious to know what was to be done with him. "Walsh!" called Mrs. Passford from the head of the stairs. Christy felt very much like a caged tiger. He had hoped that the Bellevite would be on the station when he arrived, for there were plenty of officers and seamen on board of her who could identify him beyond the possibility of a doubt. In that case he intended to make a strong appeal to Captain Battleton, for he would then have the means of arriving at a correct conclusion. Then he could explain in what manner he had been robbed of his papers with some chance of having his statement accepted. "At present, I do not, captain."