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"Any orders, Captain Passford?" asked the first lieutenant, as he saw that Christy appeared to be master of the situation.
āđāļāļ āđāļāļĢāļāļīāļ āļāļĢāļĩ 2000 āļāđāļē āđāļāļī āļĢāđ āļ 20000 "I did, sir; and I was obliged to fill their places;" and Christy described the men he had appointed. "If he had done so, I should not have complained. I have been a prisoner of war, and I had to take my chances. We may be in action for aught I know in a few hours, and I do not mean to have half a dozen rebels at my heels to trip me up if I can help it. The circumstances are entirely different from those on board of the Vernon." Christy was still on the bridge, and he watched with intense interest the effect of the shot. In a moment he saw the carriage of the only gun that seemed to be mounted on the barbette flying in pieces in every direction. He directed the gunner to use a shell next time; but the soldiers had hastened away from the place, bearing with them two of their companions, doubtless wounded by the splinters. "Then there are cotton vessels at that port, are there?" asked Christy, pricking up his ears at this suggestion.