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"That you, Nancarrow?"
"Yes, Captain Pringle," replied Bob, whom by this time he had recognised.
"What are you doing here?" asked Captain Pringle, with a smile.
"I want to enlist, sir."
The Captain lifted his eyebrows; perhaps he remembered their last conversation together.
"Will you come this way," he said; "I should like a chat wit