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สมัคร ขั้น ต่ำ 100 The naval officer read the orders aloud for the benefit of his associate. The flag-officer had obtained information that a steamer was loading with cotton at St. Andrew's Bay, and Captain Passford was instructed to visit that locality and capture the vessel, and any others that might be found there. "Just west of the big house, sir," replied the Russian. "Michael Bornhoff," replied the prisoner. "Where, sir, if you please?" asked the sailor, with a sort of bewildered look. "That's my name—Byron, sir, at your service," said the man, as he touched his cap to the lieutenant, and rushed forward in answer to the call of his superior, evidently glad to escape from the inquisition to which he had been subjected. "On deck!" he added, as he made his way to the forecastle.