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ฟัน ธง สปอร์ต พูล สปอร์ต แมน The cutter came up at the gangway of the 218 Bronx, and Christy was standing on the rail, anxious to learn what the boat had accomplished. He had heard the report of the volley fired at the cutter, and had been very solicitous for the safety of her crew. He had weighed anchor as soon as he heard the sounds, and proceeded in the direction from which they came. "Whether the decision be just or not, I am obliged to regard you as son of the Homer Passford who supports the government of the Confederacy. You and the other Mr. Passford have recognized each other as cousins." "No, you don't," interposed Mr. Blowitt. "You are commanding a little gunboat, though you are only eighteen." "Mr. Flint, drop a drift lead, and station a hand to observe it," said Christy, hailing the first lieutenant. "You do not use your left hand, captain; I hope you were not wounded in the affair this morning off St. Andrew's Bay."