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As soon as the steamer was abreast of the fort, the broadside guns poured the shrapnel into the embrasures and loopholes, though nothing could be known of the effect of the firing. The muskets were as active as before. Christy was on the bridge still, for the doctor had dressed his wound, and he had taken some refreshment.
āļĨāļāļāđāļāļāļĢāļĩāļāļāļāđāļĨāļāđāļ āļēāļāđāļŦāļāļ·āļ "You must draw your own inferences, Captain Flanger." "Of course I should like to see my son." "It was quite true, uncle Homer; and he has been quite as unfortunate as he was in his former expedition to the North," added Christy very quietly. 145 "Hand them over to me, and let us have no more fooling." The negro hurried the officer and Mike into one of the cabins, and shoved them into a sort of closet, while he went to the door himself. He passed out into the lane, as the man came into it from the middle of the field, for he had not been near enough to the shore to discover the boat.