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"It is easy enough to say that I may depart; but how shall I do it?" added the planter with a smile. "I cannot swim ashore."
āļĒāļđ āļāđāļē 191 āđāļāđāļē āļŠāļđāđ āļĢāļ°āļāļ "Well, Mr. Passford, are you all right?" asked the surgeon, as soon as he discovered Christy in the dim light of the place. "You do not wish to make any explanation of the remarkable situation in which you find yourself placed at the present moment?" Mr. Pennant had time now to look over the craft he had captured, and the men on board of 214 her. It was simply a large sailboat, and those on board of her wore plain clothes. They did not appear to be soldiers or sailors, though there was a number of bayonets scattered about the standing room. The seamen from the cutter had leaped on board of the sloop, with cutlasses in their belts; but there was not space enough to permit the use of the weapon, and they had seized each of the men by the collar and put a pistol to his head. "I know no name but Bonnydale," replied Corny; and the flush of fever or something else was on his cheeks now.