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ที บอล เต็ง "Were you in charge of the sloop, uncle Homer?" Dorchester, Mass., April 23, 1891. "Captain Battleton," repeated Christy, to assure himself that he had correctly understood the name. "We shall be well out of sight of the flag-ship by dark, or sooner, and then we can come about, 152 and keeping closely under the lee of the land, we shall reach the entrance of the bay before morning; and then all we have to do is to run in." Christy and the first lieutenant sprang from the shelter where they had been waiting the passage of the fort, and rushed up the steps to the bridge. The commander of the force on shore, with half a 351 dozen men, was at work on one of the guns on the barbette; but it was impossible to make out what they were doing. Then there was a flash, a cloud of smoke went up, and a shot crashed into the deck directly under the pilot-house, tearing up the planks, and disappearing in the space below. "I have precisely the same papers," added Christy, with as much assurance as his cousin.