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อ่าน สปอร์ต พูล วัน นี้ Christy planked the deck with Mr. Flint just 349 abaft the foremast. Both of them were as cool and self-possessed as though they had been sitting at the cabin-table; but neither of them felt that the battle had been won, for the officer in command of the fort was evidently a man of ability, who had not yet exhausted his resources. The first lieutenant had watched the works very closely with his glass, and he had informed the captain that something was in progress there, though he could not tell what it was. "That is a bad name for this child," said the octoroon, shaking his head. "Are you the son of Colonel Passford?" "I don't think he has." He finished the narrative, and the officers were discussing it when there was a knock at the door. "You cannot ship as a pilot, only as an able seaman, if you know how to hand, reef, and steer, and how to make knots and splices."