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"Shut the door, Mike," said the officer, in order to prevent the light from being seen.

ฝาก ด้วย วอ ล เลท "I don't see that we can help ourselves," 212 replied the spokesman in a surly tone; for the prospect before him was not very pleasant, especially as a volley had been fired from the sloop, presumably by his order, for he was the one who had made the threat in the first place. "I suppose it is," answered Corny, with increasing confusion. "That will do; stop her and anchor, Mr. Flint," said Christy, as he looked about him in an endeavor to penetrate the fog in which the vessel was buried.