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นํา เล่น บา คา ร่า "Good, Corny!" exclaimed Christy, dropping upon the divan of the cabin and laughing heartily. 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. "Very well the last time I saw them, which was three weeks ago. They are busy making garments for the soldiers," answered the planter. "What am I to do, Mr. Galvinne?" asked Corny.