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āđāļ§āđāļ āļāļē āļāļē āļĢāđāļē āļāļąāđāļāļŦāļĄāļ "How many guns has it? I mean big guns, Uncle Job?" "But can you not recall some event or circumstance which will throw some light on the mystery?" persisted Dr. Connelly. Christy was satisfied that all was going well in regard to the capture of the Bronx, and he went to sleep after he had disposed of his dinner, and arranged the final details of the enterprise with the second lieutenant. Mr. Flint was somewhat impatient to carry out his plan; but Christy insisted that nothing should be done till the orders of the flag-officer had been actually disobeyed. It was decided that coming about, and heading the Bronx to the westward would constitute disobedience. "Who are the other prisoners?" demanded Corny, as though he had a right to know.