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āđāļāļĢāļāļīāļ āļāļĢāļĩ 600 "You must excuse me, Captain Flanger, but I object to signing such an order," replied Christy, as he rose from his chair. 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. "Dave is a wise man," said the commander, after he had given a few moments to the consideration of the situation. "Strike three bells," added the commander; and the steamer began to back her screw. "All your guns seem to be mounted outside," said the naval officer as he halted on the parade. "One bell, sir," repeated the petty officer at the wheel.