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สมัคร ฟรี เครดิต ไม่ ต้อง ฝาก 2020 "You have the names of the four men that I sent to you by the steward, have you not?" asked Christy. Christy was still clothed in the frock and cap of a common sailor, and he realized that it was time for him to put on his uniform. He went to the quarters of the men where he had concealed his valise, and carried it back to the cabin, where he proceeded to make the change. In a short time he had put himself in proper condition to take his place on the quarter-deck in command when his presence was required. He had nothing to do at present, and he concluded to write his report of the remarkable proceedings on board since the 175 Bronx left the station. He wanted his desk, and he went to the stateroom. The steamer went ahead slowly; but the steam was hissing, and she seemed to be as impatient as a fiery horse at the slow starting. The dishes rattled for a moment, and then the fugitive heard the step and the voice of Dave in the stateroom. "What is it, Gorman?" asked the lieutenant, standing up in his place.