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888 คาสิโนมือถือ "Stand by!" added Mr. Pennant, who had been duly trained in boat service at an oar. "Give way together! No noise!" 259 "What is your name, boy?" he asked. "That is my name," added Christy, smiling at the earnestness of the skipper. "Here, sir," replied the steward, coming into the cabin and gazing with astonishment at the negro. "This man has done a good work; take care of him, give him a good breakfast, and see that no one insults him." "I am glad to see you, Christy," said the prisoner, if he was to be regarded as such, for he certainly was not a sailor or a soldier. "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.