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"The United States steamer Bronx, under sealed orders. What steamer is that?"
āļŠāļĨāđāļāļ āļāļāļ āđāļāđāļē āļ§āļ āđāļĨāļ āđāļĄāđāļĄāļĩ āļāļąāđāļ āļāđāļģ "Shall we find no one at the negro quarters?" asked the lieutenant with interest. The Bronx continued to dart ahead at her best speed, and no sound came from the fort. It was only a question of minutes now before the steamer reached a point inside of the island where she could accomplish her mission by the capture of the Sphinx. The officers remained on deck, but they were protected by the bulwarks, the masts, and especially under the shelter of the top-gallant forecastle. Christy had earnestly warned the second and third lieutenants not to expose themselves needlessly to the musketry of the fort, and Mr. Flint was discreet enough to need no such warning. "Jes' so; you was born ob de debbil," replied the old negro, rising in his bed, and showing all his remaining teeth in an expansive smile. "We have damaged the enemy enough to make it pay, and the steamer and her cargo will put at least seventy-five thousand dollars into the pockets of our side in the conflict." "Probably the odd time means something."