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CHAPTER XIV THE AFFRAY ON THE QUARTER-DECK OF THE BRONX

มา ส คา ร่า ธรรมชาติ "Mark under water three!" shouted the leadsman, with an earnestness inspired by the occasion. "And you were as stupid as an Alabama mule when you snapped at me for doing so in the presence of some of the sailors," replied Corny, with considerable spirit; and Christy, who heard all that was said, was glad to have him maintain the dignity of the family in his new situation. "Do you surrender?" asked the lieutenant of the principal man on the forecastle as he came alongside of him. "I am glad to hear it, sir, for you appeared to be quite sick last night when you came on board," added the quartermaster. "I do not stand on mere forms, Dr. Connelly; but if you continue to call me simply 'mister,' I shall understand from it that you do not recognize me as the rightful commander of the Bronx," replied Christy, as he invited the surgeon with a gesture to enter the captain's cabin.