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āļŠāļĒāļēāļĄ āļāļĩāļŽāļē āļĢāļēāļĒ āļ§āļąāļ āļŠāļāļāļĢāđāļ āļāļđāļĨ 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. The captain asked Corny a hundred questions in regard to the estate, making memoranda of his answers. Once he suggested to the surgeon that he had better examine the pulse of his patient, for he did not wish to overtask him in the investigation. The subject of the inquiry declared that his headache had almost disappeared, and he needed no indulgence on account of his health. "Bonnydale!" repeated the officer, after using his handkerchief, and thus improving his utterance of the word. "Pardon me, Mr. Passford, but were you not sick when you came on board of the Vernon last evening?" asked the commander, with something like a frown upon his brow as the situation became more bewildering.