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"No, you didn't, Dave; that was Corny," replied Christy.
āļŠāļđāļāļĢ āļāļē āļāļē āļĢāđāļē 2020 ai At this moment Dave had worked himself in behind the pirate; and, with a well-directed blow with the feather duster on the head of Flanger, he brought him to the floor. 327 "Dar's somebody comin' from de fort! He's comin' mighty quick shore." "I find no fault with you on that account, doctor," added Christy. The surgeon went on deck with Christy, where he was presented in due form to Mr. Flint, though he had been introduced to him before in his former position as second lieutenant. The commander went forward to the bridge and pilot-house, and consulting the log slate, found that the last entry gave seventy-eight knots from the station. But it was foggy, as Mr. Galvinne had predicted that it would be, and the quartermaster conning the wheel said it was as "dark as a stack of black cats." Nothing could be seen in any direction, and the commander decided that it was not prudent to proceed any farther.