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PREFACE
āđāļĨāđāļāļāļēāļāļēāļĢāđāļē āđāļāđāļ thášŋ nà o CHAPTER XXIX A PROFESSIONAL VISIT TO THE FORT Christy was a passenger on board of the Vernon, and he had nothing to do. The commanding officer appeared to be engaged in the details of his duty, though the steamer was in charge of a pilot. He could see from his shoulder straps that he was an ensign, and the officers in the waist and on the forecastle were of the same rank. If there were any other passengers on board of the vessel who were commissioned officers, they were not visible on the deck, though they might be in their staterooms, arranging their affairs for the voyage. "Good for you, Mr. Ambleton!" exclaimed Christy, a few seconds later, when he saw the wreck of one of the twenty-four pounders on the fort. Christy understood him perfectly.