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Even this menace did not induce the lieutenant to ring his bell to stop the engine. The boat was doubtless full of men, and as he could not give straight answers to all the questions that might be put to him, it might provoke a fight to attempt to do so, and he decided not to incur the risk. His prisoners might make trouble if he reduced the guard in charge of them, as he would be obliged to do to beat off the attack of the boat. What is this boat here for, Dave asked 246 Christy, as he peered through the gloom to obtain a glance at the craft. To keep the people at Fort Pickens from sending out any armed force, replied the intelligent contraband. Do they think a boat full of men could do that No, sir but they could give the forts on the other side warning. The sounds from the boat had come from face mask printer the starboard bow of the steamer, and it looked as though the guard boat had intercepted her by accident.
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