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"What's that, Captain Passford?" demanded Dave, opening his eyes like a pair of saucers.
āļ§āļīāđāļāļĢāļēāļ°āļŦāđ āļ§āļīāļāļēāļĢāļāđ āļāļļāļāļāļāļĨ "Precisely so; West India rum and wines." "It is not necessary to obey the orders of the 150 Yankee flag-officer under present circumstances," answered Mr. Galvinne in a chuckling tone, as it sounded to the listener. "Because I have been trying to get here for 225 more than a year," replied the contraband, after looking about him for a moment, and then dropping his voice as though he feared Captain Flanger might hear what he said. "Now, mister, will you tell me who you are before I say anything more? for I shall get my back scored with forty-nine stripes if I open my mouth too wide;" and again he looked timidly around the deck. "Vincent, pass one half of the men on board of the cutter," said Mr. Pennant, when he had looked over the boat and the men on board of it.