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āļāļĨāļēāļŠāļŠāļīāļ āļŠāļĨāđāļāļ 777 āļāļē āļŠāļī āđāļ "They were taken in arms, and therefore they are prisoners. But you lost all your commissioned officers but one in the affair on board of the Bronx, Captain Passford." This was done under the direction of Mr. Camden. A fresh breeze had sprung up from the north-west, and the Bronx came up to the cable still headed in the direction of her former course. The carpenter reported that the shot had passed out at the side between decks, and that he had plugged the hole. The third lieutenant was busy rigging new wheel ropes, which he said would be 353 ready in half an hour. Mr. Flint, at the order of the captain, had manned the broadside guns, and loaded them with shrapnel, for the most perilous part of the enterprise was yet to come. "Mr. Sampson directs me to report that he is ready to proceed," said a messenger from the chief engineer. "He bears your name," said Mr. Pennant.