เวบ สลอตวอเลท
เวบ สลอตวอเลท "I don't think so," muttered Corny. "You treat your own flesh and blood as though blood was nothing but water with you." CHAPTER IV THE SICK OFFICER IN THE STATEROOM Like the other male occupants of the house, the lieutenant was provided with a night-key. For one who had only just developed a tolerably thriving mustache, Christy was a prudent and methodical young gentleman. As a part of his method, he had a great many small drawers in his rooms, and a dozen or more keys; but he had never lost them, for the reason that he carried them chained to his nether garment. But he had two sets of keys, one for the house, and one for the ship. He had taken the night-key from the former, and put it in his vest pocket; and when he 20 reached the front door of the mansion, the key he wanted was in his chamber, and he had been careful to shut the door when he left the house. "You shall see it, and go on board of it if you wish; but we may have a battle with the fort." "No, captain: I have not. That is not my affair, and I don't meddle with what does not concern me." "No doubt of it," replied Christy.