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"Where were you yesterday, Corny?" asked Christy, suddenly suppressing his mirth.

ทีเด็ด บอล ติด ดาว "Any further questions, Mr. Salisbury?" asked the captain, bestowing a bored look upon the executive officer. "We are bound to the westward, and the course looks as though we might be ordered up the Mississippi," suggested Mr. Flint. While the crews were making the boats ready, and Mr. Camden was selecting the extra men for them, as he was instructed to do, Christy gave the executive officer a brief account of the capture of the sloop, and an epitome of the information he had obtained from Bornhoff. 113 Christy recognized the Bronx if others did not, for none of the officers had been on this station before. He wondered if the present deception was likely to be carried out to the accomplishment of the end the conspirators had in view. He could see nothing to prevent its accomplishment. The prisoner was certainly a hideous-looking object, his face daubed with blood, and his nose a mass of tangled flesh; but he was put into the boat in spite of his struggles. Paul Vapoor bade his friend an affectionate adieu, and went over the side. The Bronx started her screw at once.