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"Mark under water three!" shouted the leadsman, with an earnestness inspired by the occasion.

เล่น เกม คา สิ โน ออนไลน์ "Thank you; I will have one of those lamb's tongues," replied Christy. "Corny again!" exclaimed the captain. The screw of the Bronx was started again. Though the Russian was a pilot over the bar, his services were not needed as such. The first cutter had kept the range of the buildings on the island, and Mr. Flint had already picked it up. The steamer proceeded at less than half speed, but the tide was at its highest. By this time it was seven o'clock in the morning, for a great deal of the time 343 had been used up in moving the cutter and the steamer. Breakfast had been served to all hands, and Christy had fortified his stomach for a busy forenoon. As the Bronx proceeded on her course, the lead going all the time, making not more than two knots an hour, the report of a gun was heard from the fort. "I don't understand it," said Captain Battleton, shaking his head. "Then my uncle has vessels in that bay which are to run out?" inquired Christy, deeply interested in the revelations of the skipper.