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"What are you about?" demanded the prisoner, attempting to shake off his captor when he felt the cold iron.

joker mobile2929 "You will pardon me if I add that I think one or the other of them must be an impostor," added Captain Battleton with some diffidence. The boat's crew had already lowered the first cutter into the water. The oars were muffled, for the chances were that no one in the vicinity of the plantation had discovered the presence of the Bronx, and it was not advisable to alarm the people. Vincent acted as cockswain of the boat, while the Russian, as most of the officers and men 315 insisted upon calling him, was seated in the stern sheets with the third lieutenant. The eight men at the oars formed the rest of the crew.