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slot samurai Lieutenant Fourchon pressed the hand of the doctor, and left the casemate with him. 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. "He is my uncle; my father's only brother." "Take it from him," said the commander.