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slotxo88th "Now, give way with a will, my men!" called Mr. Pennant in brisk tones, "for we shall soon have a twenty-four pound shot chasing us out." "Then there are cotton vessels at that port, are there?" asked Christy, pricking up his ears at this suggestion. "We always called it Bonnydale; and I know no other name for it." "Yes, sar; she done h'ist two out ob her innards, and done took two more from de fort." "Will it be the highest prudence to permit the conspirators to take the Bronx into a Confederate port, Pensacola, or any other?" demanded Christy with more earnestness than he had yet manifested. "I do not, Paul; I think it wears upon me, though I am willing to do my duty wherever I am ordered."