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ส เต็ ป ทีเด็ด Christy and the first lieutenant sprang from the shelter where they had been waiting the passage of the fort, and rushed up the steps to the bridge. The commander of the force on shore, with half a 351 dozen men, was at work on one of the guns on the barbette; but it was impossible to make out what they were doing. Then there was a flash, a cloud of smoke went up, and a shot crashed into the deck directly under the pilot-house, tearing up the planks, and disappearing in the space below. "I say I am abused, and dragged from below like a dog." "If he can he will not, if they were engaged in an operation in the interest of the Confederates," added Christy with a smile. "That gentleman is Colonel Homer Passford." He had hardly finished it before Mr. Flint paid him another visit, and reported everything ready for the recapture of the steamer. "But I have no uniform, Captain Passford," suggested the appointee.