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เว็บ ตรง ไม่มี ขั้น ต่ํา 29 "But where is Walsh?" inquired Christy. Christy looked at the stranger with astonishment, and he could not imagine who he could be. He had seen no such person on board of the Bronx or on the deck of the flag-ship. When the prisoners from the Magnolia had been brought on board, Christy had been too much occupied with other matters to bestow any attention upon them with the exception of "the dignified gentleman in black," who proved to be his uncle. He had had no curiosity in regard to them, and Mr. Camden had disposed of them at the rail. "If he is, he has said nothing to me about the matter." "South-west," said Mr. Flint, after the port watch had been dismissed, leaving the starboard with Mr. Camden as watch officer on deck. "I thought it probable that we should be sent to Appalachicola after the information the Russian gave us." The breach was closed, and Corny produced the sealed envelope. "The Magnolia, bound to Appalachicola," replied 209 the spokesman of the craft. "What boat is that?"