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The boat's crew had already lowered the first cutter into the water. The oars were muffled, for the chances were that no one in the vicinity of the plantation had discovered the presence of the Bronx, and it was not advisable to alarm the people. Vincent acted as cockswain of the boat, while the Russian, as most of the officers and men 315 insisted upon calling him, was seated in the stern sheets with the third lieutenant. The eight men at the oars formed the rest of the crew.
āļĒāļđ āļāđāļē āđāļ āļ 911 "Will you permit me to see your orders, Mr. Passford?" said the officer. "Then we understand each other, Mr. Bornhoff," added Christy. "Don't you know me, Dave?" asked Christy, speaking out plainly so that the steward might recognize his voice. 32 "No one knows what is going to happen, and I may spend the next year or two in a Confederate prison. I don't think my Uncle Homer would cry his eyes out if such should be my fate, for he has lost several vessels and cargoes of cotton on my account," returned Christy.