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He reached the grand entrance in an exceedingly short space of time; but he might as well have been in his chamber, for no ruffian, robber, or Confederate spy could be seen. He had no means of knowing which way the intruder at the mansion 19 had turned, to the right or the left, or whether, like the timid colored gentleman in a trying situation, he had taken to the woods. Christy walked up the street, and then down the street; but the underbrush had recently been cut in the grove, and he did not venture to explore it without any protection for his feet.

เกมไพ่พ่อค้าที่มีชื่อเสียง "Put him into the boat," added Christy. CHAPTER XVI THE DISPOSAL OF THE PRISONERS "Your name is not Walsh!" exclaimed Christy with a frown. "Good!" exclaimed Mr. Pennant; and this was the first time he had ever been under fire, though he had imagined it enough to feel entirely at home. "Where are the negro quarters of this plantation, Mike?" asked Mr. Pennant.