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āļ§āļīāđāļāļĢāļēāļ°āļŦāđ āļāļē āļāļē āļĢāđāļē "Good again!" exclaimed the lieutenant. "I think that is about the range of those guns." 222 "That shows that he at least was a non-combatant," added Christy, pleased to hear this report of his uncle. CHAPTER XXI A NON-COMBATANT ON BOARD THE BRONX He was absolutely confident that he was himself Lieutenant Christopher Passford, and as absolutely confident that the other officer could not be that person, whoever else he might be. The commander appeared to be considering what Christy had suggested to him in regard to his orders, and the passenger had a minute or two to think of the situation in which he found himself placed. But what was the use to think of it? He was at the end of a blind alley, where there was no light from any direction except that by which he had entered it. He had no premises from which to reason, and it was useless to consider the matter. "Yes, sar; ober dar," he replied, pointing to the west. 222 "That shows that he at least was a non-combatant," added Christy, pleased to hear this report of his uncle.