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สล็อต ผ่าน เว็บ "Ensign Frederick Jones," answered Corny, with some hesitation. This was done under the direction of Mr. Camden. A fresh breeze had sprung up from the north-west, and the Bronx came up to the cable still headed in the direction of her former course. The carpenter reported that the shot had passed out at the side between decks, and that he had plugged the hole. The third lieutenant was busy rigging new wheel ropes, which he said would be 353 ready in half an hour. Mr. Flint, at the order of the captain, had manned the broadside guns, and loaded them with shrapnel, for the most perilous part of the enterprise was yet to come. "You will pardon me if I add that I think one or the other of them must be an impostor," added Captain Battleton with some diffidence. "Stand by!" added Mr. Pennant, who had been duly trained in boat service at an oar. "Give way together! No noise!"