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"What is the matter, Captain Passford?" asked the first lieutenant, as he halted on the deck. "You are as pale as a ghost."

วิเคราะห์ บอล แชมป์ ชิพ วัน นี้ In less than half an hour the party reached the locality indicated by Job. The officer could see the steamer which looked, in the gloom of the night, as though she was a craft of about five hundred tons. She was moored in the deep water so far in that she could not be seen by vessels in the offing. On each side of her was a small river steamer, and she seemed not to have completed her cargo. "How's de sick man, Massa Gumboat?" asked the old negro, chuckling as though he appreciated the stroke of strategy made by his companion. CHAPTER XV A REBELLIOUS AND PREJUDICED PRISONER "Is the Bronx in condition for immediate service, Captain Passford?" asked the flag-officer.