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คาสิโนไซ่ง่อน "Who are the other prisoners?" demanded Corny, as though he had a right to know. "I went to sea for eleven years, and Captain Flanger, father and son, put my wages in their pockets." Christy was still on the bridge, and he watched with intense interest the effect of the shot. In a moment he saw the carriage of the only gun that seemed to be mounted on the barbette flying in pieces in every direction. He directed the gunner to use a shell next time; but the soldiers had hastened away from the place, bearing with them two of their companions, doubtless wounded by the splinters.