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"In what direction is the head of the steamer pointed, Mr. Pennant?" he asked as he joined the lieutenant.

สูตร เดิน เงิน 40 The lieutenant gazed earnestly into the face of the sailor, for he was willing to admit to himself the possibility of a mistake. Walsh, or whatever his name might have been, was a man of robust form, not more than an inch or two short of six feet in height. He was clean-shaved, with the exception of his upper lip, whereon he sported a rather long dark brown mustache, of which a Broadway dandy might have been vain. As a servant, he had been rather obsequious, though Christy had observed that he used very good language for one in his menial position. As the officer examined his form and features, and especially regarded the expression in general, he was satisfied that he could not be mistaken. "Whew! Then you are still the commander of the Bronx?" repeated Christy, laughing at his cousin's persistence. "But what are we going to do, Massa Christy?" asked the steward, dazzled by the situation. "I'm the one for your money," returned the oarsman, as he headed his boat into the slip. The weather continued favorable till the end of the cruise, and then on the eighth day the Vernon arrived near her destination off Pensacola Bay. Thus far no attempt had been made to capture the steamer, and the plot was as dark as it had been in the beginning. Christy thought that Corny was becoming somewhat nervous when the vessels of the squadron were made out in the distance.