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"But I can wait, Mr. Pennant," interposed Christy.
joker 681 āđāļāļĢāļāļīāļ āļāļĢāļĩ "You can trust Dave, Massa Christy," replied the steward, as the officer drew back into his hiding-place. "I have not; they are sealed orders, and I am not to open them till nine o'clock this evening," replied Corny. "Then the report of the light on the starboard bow places it directly to the eastward of us," added Christy. "That is about where the entrance to St. Andrew's Bay ought to be, if my calculations were correct. We have been running to the eastward since we left the blockaders' station off Pensacola Bay. My ruler on the chart gave me that course, and Mr. Galvinne followed it while he was in charge. We could not have got more than half a mile off the course in coming about twice. The shoaling of the water also indicates that we are all right."