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CHAPTER IX A MORAL PHILOSOPHER.

บา คา ร่า ฟีฟ่า 55 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 believe you have lost all the wits you ever had, Passford," said Mr. Galvinne contemptuously. illustration of quoted scene "Do you remember the names of the officers who served with you in the Vixen?" asked the captain. Captain Flanger was a man of stalwart proportions, and Christy realized that he was no match for him in a hand to hand encounter, even with the aid of the steward, for the ruffian would not fail to use his revolvers.