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เกม ยิง ปลา ได้ เงิน จริงๆ 210 "Keep off, or we will fire into you!" shouted the man on the forecastle, who appeared to be the principal man of the party. Christy heard the footsteps of the late second lieutenant of the Vernon as he left the cabin. He had listened to the details of the plan formed by the naval officer, and it agreed with the prediction of Mr. Flint. While he was thinking of what he had just learned, he heard the step of Corny—for it could not be that of any other person so soon—coming into the stateroom; then he saw his feet from behind his barricade of bags and baggage. "Fourteen and a half feet!" shouted the leadsman. "There comes the Bronx," said a seaman standing at the head of the ladder. "I beg your pardon, Captain Flanger, but do you really purpose to blow out the brains of your figure-head?" asked Christy, as coolly as though no such threat had been suggested to him. "What good will that do?" demanded Christy. "My cousin has made out his case before the captain of the Vernon."