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"What have you here, Mr. Pennant?" asked the commander with a smile, as he pointed to Uncle Job, who seemed to be as bashful as a young girl, and utterly confounded by what he saw on the deck of the Bronx.

ยิง ปลา พุซซี่ 888 "Why do you think it is not likely, Captain Passford?" asked the executive officer curiously. "I hope so," replied Christy, who did not like the idea of fighting or trying to run away from a craft three times as strong as the Bronx. "Have the ensign set at the peak, Mr. Flint." And a quartermaster was sent aft to attend to this duty. "Now, give way with a will, my men!" called Mr. Pennant in brisk tones, "for we shall soon have a twenty-four pound shot chasing us out." "Where are the negro quarters of this plantation, Mike?" asked Mr. Pennant. "No, you didn't, Dave; that was Corny," replied Christy.