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"'Pose I don't answer 'em?" suggested the negro.

เดิมพันคาสิโนออนไลน์ It was some little time before Mr. Galvinne presented himself, for probably he did not feel bound to obey the orders of the bogus captain with especial promptness. However, he came after a quarter of an hour, and seated himself familiarly in an arm-chair at the table. He had the bearing of the superior officer, to which Corny made no objection. "Where is your bag?" asked Mr. Flint, as Christy, the actual commander of the Bronx, passed him. "What are you doing with a valise?" "But she will signal the fort to fire upon us." CHAPTER XV A REBELLIOUS AND PREJUDICED PRISONER