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"I cannot explain the matter at present, and 94 you must excuse me from offering merely vague suspicions and conjectures."
āđāļĢ āļĄāđāļē āļŠāļĨāđāļāļ āļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ 226 "Captain Passford!" exclaimed Michael Bornhoff, as he heard the name; and the third lieutenant passed on to take a look at the prisoners. "Mind yore eye, Massa Gumboat!" exclaimed Job, in a low tone, but with great earnestness. "You have him on board, and perhaps he had better answer the question himself," replied Colonel Passford with a smile. "Your second lieutenant?" "Did he bring you an order to this effect?" asked Christy more seriously. In ten minutes more the expedition left the ship, and soon disappeared in the low bank of fog that still hung over the shore. Each of the 233 cutters had been manned by twelve men besides the officer, and Mike was an extra hand with the first lieutenant. What remained of the port watch were on duty, and the rest of the men were dismissed.