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"Pardon me, Mr. Passford, but were you not sick when you came on board of the Vernon last evening?" asked the commander, with something like a frown upon his brow as the situation became more bewildering.

918kiss ฝาก ถอน อัตโนมัติ "Both of you were in command of the Vixen, I suppose," added the captain with a smile. The appearance of Walsh, fully dressed in the garb of a seaman, was so great a surprise to Christy Passford, that he hardly noticed any other person on the deck of the Vernon. He had given no particular attention to the man when he saw him at his father's house, though he regarded him as a very good-looking and intelligent person for one in the situation in which he found him. The absconding man-servant had certainly made good use of his time since he left Bonnydale, for he appeared to have become a full-fledged sailor in the space of ten hours. "How is your patient, Dr. Connelly?" asked Captain Battleton, joining them at this moment. "Yes, sar; I knows it like my own name, but I can't spoke it if I die for't," answered Job, laughing. "I don't quite understand this matter," said the surgeon. "What are you doing, Mr. Passford?"