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The head and hair of the old colored man were peculiar enough to enable the Russian to identify him if he had ever seen him even once before. His mouth was twisted to one side either naturally or by some injury, and his kinky hair made him look as though he carried a great bale of cotton on the top of his head. He opened his eyes when Mike shook him gently, and looked at the two men at the side of his bed with a wondering rather than an alarmed expression.

แจก สูตร บา คา ร่า "Soldier from the fort," replied the man. "What are you doing out here at this time of night?" "Dr. Connelly!" exclaimed Christy. "If you don't, I will send for the second lieutenant 146 and a file of men to put you out of my cabin." "I am in command, Dave, and there must be no more 'massa' now," added Christy.