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pg แอ พ "Whew! Then you are still the commander of the Bronx?" repeated Christy, laughing at his cousin's persistence. The fort was silent. It was evident now that the commander of the little garrison had not left the barbette before till he had prepared at least one of his guns for further service; but it had again been disabled, and it was not known on board of the steamer whether or not he had any other gun fit for use. It was presumed that he had not, for the Bronx was within easy cannon shot of his works. Christy used the glass, but could not discover any gun that appeared to be mounted. "Advance, friends, and give the countersign!" 141 "But how is this desirable end to be accomplished?" inquired the second lieutenant, who seemed to be troubled with some doubts. 199 "Do you ever drink whiskey, Pennant?" asked Christy abruptly.