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"Whar you gwine, Massa Ossifer?" asked Uncle Job, after they had walked a short distance from the negro village.
หารายได้จากการเล่นโป๊กเกอร์ออนไลน์ The lamp on gimbols was lighted, and Corny took possession of the room, and had not a suspicion that he was not its only occupant. He lay down in his berth after he had removed his coat and shoes, and in a few minutes Christy judged that he was asleep from the sound of his breathing, which soon degenerated into a mild snore. Mr. Flint was to make a beginning in the project, or, as Dave called it, "open the ball." CHAPTER XIII THE OPENING OF THE SECRET ORDERS "No, he won't! If I was to be captured at all, Corny, you insulted me when you set a nigger to do the job," said the prisoner angrily. The fort had become harmless so far as the use of its guns was concerned; but the channel of the Grand Pass was hardly a quarter of a mile in width, and even twenty soldiers with muskets could pick off the men on the deck of the Bronx. Christy's orders required him to capture the steamer that was fitting out in the bay, and he intended to do it. The order to weigh the anchor and cast off the spring was given, and the commander sent for the chief engineer. "It does not look like a very bad case," added the doctor, finding it necessary to say something, as he felt the pulse of the sufferer.