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"Do so," replied Christy. "Mr. Camden, pass the word for Dr. Connelly."
āļāļĩāđāļāđāļ āļāļāļĨ āļ§āļąāļ āļāļĩāđ āļ§āļīāđāļāļĢāļēāļ°āļŦāđ "How high is the grass in the streets of New York, Christy?" asked the colonel, with a twinkle of the eye, and a smile. 281 Dave was not satisfied with what he had done, and as his foe went over in the chair, he sprang upon him, and tried to wrest the pistol from his hand, and a struggle on the floor was begun, the result of which could not be foreseen. Christy took in the situation at a glance, and while the steward and his victim were rolling and writhing on the floor, he darted into his stateroom, the door of which had been open all the time, and took his heavy revolvers from the drawer where he kept them, charged for immediate use.