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āļŠāļĨāđāļāļ āļāļāļāđāļĨāļāđ āļāļĩāđ āļāļĩ āļāļĩāđāļŠāļļāļ The leadsman was ordered to sound, as the screw was stopped, and he reported sixteen fathoms with the deep-sea lead. Christy ordered the quartermaster to go ahead again, and keep the hand-line going all the time. Mr. Flint came forward, and took his place on the bridge, where the 192 officer of the deck was usually stationed on board of the Bronx. In less than half an hour the two vessels were under way, and just at dark they were within hail of the flag-ship. "Shall we find no one at the negro quarters?" asked the lieutenant with interest. "What is the Bellevite doing off here, so far from her station, Paul?" asked Christy. The venerable colored man, who had given so much assistance and information to the third lieutenant on shore, had no desire to leave his home, and he was landed in the darkness of the evening at a considerable distance from the fort. Christy 361 had rewarded him handsomely for the service he had rendered. The men in the first and second cutters had taken all the cotton in the small steamers, and put it on board of the Sphinx before they set them on fire. The four guns in the hold had been hoisted out to make room for the bales, and the vessel had been put in condition for her voyage.