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ค่าย jdb เครดิต ฟรี "Corny pretended to be Christy, did he? Then you must have seen him if he took your commission." "Then I was very fortunate in capturing her," added Christy with a smile. "That is a bad name for this child," said the octoroon, shaking his head. "Are you the son of Colonel Passford?" The mystery was not solved till Christy embarked for the Gulf. Again the steamer darted ahead at a speed which would soon carry her beyond the reach of the musket ball of the soldiers. Christy still remained upon the bridge, observing the fort and all that was done on the deck of the Bronx. He directed his glass frequently at the barbette of the fort; but the prudent commander of the garrison had evidently concluded to confine his efforts to the casemates. At least one-fourth of his men had been disabled.