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When Christy awoke it was dark, or at least dusky, as far as he could judge in his concealment. He heard the rattle of dishes, knives and forks in the cabin, and he understood that the captain was taking his dinner. A conversation was in progress, and Christy concluded from the 159 voices he heard that Corny had invited his first lieutenant to dine with him.

อัตราต่อรอง bongdaso "But what are we going to do, Massa Christy?" asked the steward, dazzled by the situation. "Is he really sick, doctor?" asked Christy, with a smile which meant something. "Does your patient below seem to be improving, doctor?" he asked. "No, sar; see you frou, Massa Gumboat," replied Job. They returned to the negro village, for the commander of the expedition did not feel as though he had yet finished his mission on shore.