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CHAPTER XXXI A WOUNDED COMMANDER

สล็อตคาสิโนออนไลน์ที่ดีที่สุด The commander was disposed to carry the investigation a little farther in the same direction, and he sent Christy into the ward room, where he was instructed to remain until he was sent for. Captain Passford, senior, was well known to all the officers present by reputation, and he had assisted Dr. Connelly in procuring his appointment, so that the latter had had occasion to visit Bonnydale three times. The screw of the Bronx was started again. Though the Russian was a pilot over the bar, his services were not needed as such. The first cutter had kept the range of the buildings on the island, and Mr. Flint had already picked it up. The steamer proceeded at less than half speed, but the tide was at its highest. By this time it was seven o'clock in the morning, for a great deal of the time 343 had been used up in moving the cutter and the steamer. Breakfast had been served to all hands, and Christy had fortified his stomach for a busy forenoon. As the Bronx proceeded on her course, the lead going all the time, making not more than two knots an hour, the report of a gun was heard from the fort. "You are not! Who are you, then?" "You shall see it, and go on board of it if you wish; but we may have a battle with the fort." "Very well; perhaps you had better answer the question;" and the captain pointed at Corny. "Who was your first lieutenant?" "I will take care of the orders myself."