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ace333 ทดลอง เล่น "They are your confederates in the plot, Corny. Who do you suppose they are? Jeff Davis is not one of them. The most important one, not even excepting yourself, cousin, is Mr. Galvinne, late first lieutenant of the Bronx." "I have no bag, sir," replied Christy in submissive tones. "He might have taken Florry's watch, she was so careless as to leave on the table in the sitting-room," added she. The third lieutenant was sent for, and his instructions were given to him. Mike would be his pilot, and could give him such information as he required in regard to the locality. He was to land in some convenient locality, cross the island on foot at the plantation, to Fort Lafitte, distant less than a mile, and ascertain if there were a steamer or other vessels in the bay. He was also instructed to use all means in his power to ascertain the strength of the fort. He was to make a landing about half a mile west of the plantation buildings. "Whew! Then you are still the commander of the Bronx?" repeated Christy, laughing at his cousin's persistence.