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"Who dar?" called Job.

บอล ตลาด ลูก หนัง "I submit to your authority, Captain Battleton," replied Christy, bowing to the commander. "You stole it, cousin, and you must give it back to me," added Christy, very decidedly. "Let go the anchor, Mr. Flint!" shouted Christy. 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. "Dave," repeated Christy, in a more decided tone after he had heard the voice of the steward.