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"Who are the other prisoners?" demanded Corny, as though he had a right to know.

ฝาก ถอน บา คา ร่า "South-west," repeated the first lieutenant, addressing the quartermaster who was conning the wheel. "Perhaps I ought to say in the beginning that it is not in my own handwriting, for after I had written it, Mr. Jones copied it for me," Corny explained, and, perhaps, thought he might be called upon to give a specimen of his chirography. CHAPTER XIX THE SKIPPER OF THE SLOOP MAGNOLIA "No matter what you are; I propose to overhaul you and judge for myself what you are," answered the officer in command of the cutter. "Let go your sheet, skipper!" "Good, Corny!" exclaimed Christy, dropping upon the divan of the cabin and laughing heartily. "I can only say that you will not be held as a prisoner of war; but I must leave you in the hands of the flag-officer, who will dispose of you as he thinks best. I sail in the Bronx immediately."