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"Sign it, or you are a dead man!" exclaimed Flanger fiercely.
āđāļāļĢāļāļīāļ āļāļĢāļĩ yingpla CHAPTER XVIII A BATTLE ON A SMALL SCALE "I acknowledge that I was altogether too brusque with you, Mr. Passford, and I beg your pardon for my rudeness," said Mr. Galvinne. "I can do that again, Captain Passford," replied the gunner, who was in charge of the piece. "Are you a Russian?" asked the commander, inclined to laugh at this singular name of one of the proscribed race. Mr. Pennant, the third lieutenant, on account of his wound, which was not severe enough to render him unfit for ordinary duty, was appointed prize-master of the Sphinx, with orders to report 362 at New York for condemnation. A furlough was given to Christy, with a stateroom on board of the captured steamer. She was fitted out so that she could defend herself, or even capture any vessel of the enemy within her reach, and not too strong for her. She was not as fast as the Bronx, but she had logged over twelve knots on the passage from Barataria Bay, and was therefore likely to be added to the force of the navy. "Stand by!" added Mr. Pennant, who had been duly trained in boat service at an oar. "Give way together! No noise!"