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เล่น โจ๊ก เกอร์ "West north-west, sir," repeated the executive officer, as he gave it to the quartermaster at the wheel. "That sounds like a story for a novel," added the planter, smiling. "I prefer that to starving to death in this region," replied the colonel. It was now all as clear to Christy as though he had observed the proceedings of the conspirators, and taken notes of all they had done. The purpose of all these operations was quite as obvious as the details of the scheme. Either the Vernon or the Bronx was to be captured, perhaps both, for of course Christy could not determine in what manner the mischief was to be accomplished. Prisoner of war as he was, he never felt burdened with a greater responsibility than when he realized the actual situation.