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ฝาก 500 รับ 200 CHAPTER VIII THE PRISONER OF WAR "Give way now, lively!" said the third lieutenant, in his ordinary tones. "I make her out, and she is a small sloop. We shall not have much of a brush." "I did; you were correctly informed," answered Corny, as the wandering gaze of the commander rested upon him. "Grass! They don't raise it in the city; and there isn't as much of it in all the streets as I saw in the principal one in Mobile when I was there, on my way from the prison to the bay," replied the commander cheerfully. "I don't believe that business was ever so lively in New York and the other cities of the North as it is at this time; and I left there ten days ago." 195 "I think some of us need a little sleep to-night," said the commander. "Perfectly, Mr. Pennant."