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"Mark under water twelve!" shouted the man with the hand lead.
āļĢāļēāļāļē āļāļāļĨ āđāļŦāļĨ 69 "Gollywops! But he was in command of the Bronx, for I done seen Mr. Flint hand it over to him. Go 'way! You can't fool this colored person." "I will have a talk with him," replied the commander, as he left the bridge. "All the crew are not loyal," replied Christy, as he explained the instructions he had given to the steward. Quartermaster Vincent was placed in charge of the wheel, with Boxie as helmsman. All that could be done to protect the pilot-house had been done, though it was not yet supposed to be proof against the musket ball that would be fired in that direction. All the men not absolutely needed for 348 duty were sent below, but they were armed with revolvers and cutlasses, ready for service at any instant. The officers retired from the bridge, for it was folly for any one to be unnecessarily exposed to the musketry fire from the loopholes of the fort.