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There were nine men left in the standing room, including the gentleman in black; they were coarse and rough-looking persons, and not one of them appeared to be the social peer of him who had condemned the firing upon the boat. The skipper remained at the tiller of the boat, and he looked as though he might have negro blood in his veins, though he was not black, and probably was an octoroon. He said nothing and did nothing, and had not used a musket when the others fired. He 216 behaved as though he intended to be entirely neutral. A few drops of negro blood in his veins was enough to condemn him to inferiority with the rude fellows on board of the sloop, though his complexion was lighter than that of any of his companions.

ts911 ฝาก เงิน "Will you permit me to see your orders, Mr. Passford?" said the officer. CHAPTER XX AN EXPEDITION TO ST. ANDREW'S BAY CHAPTER XI LAYING OUT A PLAN OF OPERATIONS 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. "What's that, Captain Passford?" demanded Dave, opening his eyes like a pair of saucers. "Who is Peach?" asked Christy, who had been at home so little that he hardly knew the names of the servants.