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"We may not be able to help ourselves."
āļŠāļĄāļąāļāļĢ āļāļļ āļ āļāļĩāđ 888 "On board the ferry-boat!" replied the man, resting on his oars. "I know all that, captain, like I know my name." The young officer declared he had nothing there to steal. As he spoke, he took from his coat pocket on the bedpost an envelope containing his commission and other papers. It was safe; so were his purse and watch. The commander was amazed at the impudence of the intruder. The head and hair of the old colored man were peculiar enough to enable the Russian to identify him if he had ever seen him even once before. His mouth was twisted to one side either naturally or by some injury, and his kinky hair made him look as though he carried a great bale of cotton on the top of his head. He opened his eyes when Mike shook him gently, and looked at the two men at the side of his bed with a wondering rather than an alarmed expression.