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เว็บ เปิด ใหม่ แจก เครดิต ฟรี "How high is the grass in the streets of New York, Christy?" asked the colonel, with a twinkle of the eye, and a smile. Christy planked the deck with Mr. Flint just 349 abaft the foremast. Both of them were as cool and self-possessed as though they had been sitting at the cabin-table; but neither of them felt that the battle had been won, for the officer in command of the fort was evidently a man of ability, who had not yet exhausted his resources. The first lieutenant had watched the works very closely with his glass, and he had informed the captain that something was in progress there, though he could not tell what it was.