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คาสิโนไวรัส "How was the weather when you left the deck, Mr. Flint?" asked the commander. "You are the only officer on board except myself," replied Christy. "We are still in the dark as to what we have to do here. We may have to send off a boat expedition, as we did at Cedar Keys, and we are in absolute need of more officers." "No doubt of it; for to-morrow morning by four bells we shall be off the passes of the Mississippi, and our mission may be up Lake Pontchartrain, or at Ship Island. But let that matter rest, for in three hours and a half we shall know all about it. I want to ask you about the man you call the Russian." "Strike three bells," added the commander; and the steamer began to back her screw. The oaths and epithets he used need not soil our page; but the prisoner seemed to be suffering more from his wrath than from his wound. But the boat seemed to be running too far away from the sloop, though it was near enough for the lieutenant and quartermaster to see that there was a decided commotion on board of her. "I should not have rung that bell if I had not been afraid of taking cold," added the son.