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"No, you didn't, Dave; that was Corny," replied Christy.
āđāļŦāļĨāļ āđāļ āļ āļĢāļąāļ āđāļāļĢāļāļīāļ āļāļĢāļĩ āđāļāđ āđāļāļīāļ āļāļĢāļīāļ "You don't like it!" exclaimed the engineer of the Bellevite. "I hope it will not, my son," added his mother very earnestly. The fort had become harmless so far as the use of its guns was concerned; but the channel of the Grand Pass was hardly a quarter of a mile in width, and even twenty soldiers with muskets could pick off the men on the deck of the Bronx. Christy's orders required him to capture the steamer that was fitting out in the bay, and he intended to do it. The order to weigh the anchor and cast off the spring was given, and the commander sent for the chief engineer.