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คาสิโนสล็อตทองคํา CHAPTER XX AN EXPEDITION TO ST. ANDREW'S BAY "All your guns seem to be mounted outside," said the naval officer as he halted on the parade. 344 In ten minutes more the Bronx quivered under the discharge of the great midship gun, and a cloud of smoke rose above her deck. "He was not an officer, either of the navy or the army, but my cousin, Cornelius Passford, a soldier in the Confederate army." "Try to do so." "Silence, all!" cried the commander, as soon as he heard the hail from aloft. "Go forward, Mr. Pennant, silence the hands, and direct the lookout to hail in lower tones."