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"Dr. Connelly!" exclaimed Christy.

ส ล๊ อ ต bkk "No, sir; I belong to Captain Flanger: his father is dead, and left me to his son." This result was followed by emphatic cheers from the forty-five men on deck. "Then you will oblige me by getting him into the cabin; I mean my cabin. I will be there in ten minutes." "They are very nice; I have just tried one of them," added Captain Flanger, as he passed the plate over to the commander. "I dol't walt any Yalkee surgeod at work od be," protested Captain Flanger, whose speech was badly affected by the injury to his nasal organ, or by the pressure he applied to it with his hand. At the present time his father was in Washington, and he could not have neglected to close the door. He had been to the railroad station to meet the last train, thinking it possible that his father might return, and he was confident that he had been the last to enter the house. He was very sure that he had not left the door unfastened, and this assurance made him confident that some person had entered the house. The noise at the door of his chamber was not an illusion or a dream: though it had been made by closing rather than by opening it, or he would have been likely to find the intruder in his room when he lighted his lamp.