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ฝาก แรก ของ วัน 29 รับ 100 Mr. Pennant concluded that the sail could not be far off, or it could not be seen, and it would be useless to maintain the dead silence, which was 208 painful to all in the boat. He stood up in his place, and, after looking for a couple of minutes, he made out the sail himself. So far as he could judge from what he saw, the craft was a small sloop of not more than thirty-five feet in length. CHAPTER XXXI A WOUNDED COMMANDER "Where are you bound, Captain Passford?" asked Flanger, in a careless and indifferent manner, as he looked about the cabin.