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āļāļĩāđāļāđāļ āļāļļāļāļāļāļĨ āđāļāļĩāđāļĒāļ§ Christy and the first lieutenant sprang from the shelter where they had been waiting the passage of the fort, and rushed up the steps to the bridge. The commander of the force on shore, with half a 351 dozen men, was at work on one of the guns on the barbette; but it was impossible to make out what they were doing. Then there was a flash, a cloud of smoke went up, and a shot crashed into the deck directly under the pilot-house, tearing up the planks, and disappearing in the space below. "I have not; they are sealed orders, and I am not to open them till nine o'clock this evening," replied Corny. Before the close of the conference the Atlantic had begun to be quite "sloppy," and the Vernon was now laboring in an ugly cross sea, which caused her to roll heavily. "Only one, sir: a steamer of five hundred tons, called the Floridian." "Yes, sar; she done h'ist two out ob her innards, and done took two more from de fort." "Did Mr. Flint say anything?" asked Christy. "And you did not come on board of the Vernon last evening?"