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ufa สมัคร ออ โต้ Christy struck his bell, and the steward promptly appeared at the door. "We are within a mile of the fort, Mr. Sampson, and I mean to run by it. We shall be exposed to the fire of musketry for about half a mile, and the quicker we make this distance, the less the danger to the men," said the commander, when the engineer presented himself. "We will not get under way till you have all the steam you need to give the steamer her best speed." It was evident enough to Christy that there had been some kind of a scene in the cabin before he came below, for the steward had certainly been intimidated by the powerful visitor. "He was not an officer, either of the navy or the army, but my cousin, Cornelius Passford, a soldier in the Confederate army." "Christopher Passford," replied the invalid officer, with the most unblushing effrontery. "Not exactly; but I'm his man, Mike Bornhoff."