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หดเลนสลอตฟร "Dave," said Christy, after he had obtained a view of the back of the steward's head which satisfied him that he was the right man. It was a humiliating posture for the actual commander of the vessel, but he promptly got down upon the floor of the stateroom, and crawled under the berth. He placed the trunk and some other articles there so as to form a sort of breast-work, behind which he carefully bestowed himself. It was not an uncomfortable position, for the floor was carpeted and an old satchel filled with his cast-off garments furnished him a pillow sufficiently soft for a person on extraordinary duty. "All sorts o' tings, massa; guns, and pistols, and close. Dis nigger help take de tings out ob her." Dave was standing by the door when he entered his cabin. Seated at the table was a man of stalwart frame, who was helping himself to the viands prepared for the commander, and making himself entirely at home. "A steamer, sir," answered Gorman.