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"Will you permit me to see your orders, Mr. Passford?" said the officer.

caishen's gold 207 The boat went ahead again, though only at a moderate speed consistent with the least possible noise. The quartermaster in the bow continued to gaze into the fog bank, though by this time there was a little lighting up in the east, indicating that the day was breaking. For half an hour longer the cutter continued on its course. Occasionally Vincent had raised his hand over his head, and then dropped it to his left, indicating to the officer in command that the sounds came from farther to the southward, and the cockswain was directed to change the course. "I did not, captain," replied Christy quietly, though he was amused rather than disquieted by the earnestness of the commander. Christy was not stunned or overwhelmed by this impudent speech. He looked at the speaker, and promptly recognized his cousin Corny. He was astonished at the brazen assurance of the other, for he had always seemed to him to be a fairly modest young man. Corny extended his hand to Christy, and it was accepted. "There appear to be only three steamers in sight," said the captain, who had come into the waist to observe the fleet. "I should think so," replied the first lieutenant.