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greenx88 āļŠāļļāļ āļĒāļāļ āļāļē āļŠāļī āđāļ āđāļĨāļ° āļŦāļāļąāļāļŠāļ·āļ āļāļĩāļŽāļē "It is possible that the Russian knows something about this region," suggested Mr. Flint. "But don't you believe it will be better to appeal to the flag-officer?" asked the second lieutenant. "A drift lead, sir," replied Mr. Flint. "I hope it will not, my son," added his mother very earnestly. 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.