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"I submit to your authority, Captain Battleton," replied Christy, bowing to the commander.

เกมตกปลา Mod Apk "Are you a Russian?" asked the commander, inclined to laugh at this singular name of one of the proscribed race. This time it was discovered that the vigorous commander of the garrison had dug out some rifle-pits on the top of his works, and his men were 358 doing effective work with their muskets. Three men had been wounded on the deck of the Bronx, the third lieutenant being one of them. Christy shouted to Mr. Flint, ordering him to send the men below, and cease the use of the broadside guns, for the garrison were on the barbette, sheltered by their earth-works, where the guns could not reach them, so high was their position. 162 Christy was not very hungry after his late dinner, but he ate the dainties brought to him, and found that the cook of the Bronx had lost none of his skill. He might not have an opportunity to eat again very soon, for he did not lose sight of the fact that failure was possible, and he might soon be an occupant of a Confederate prison with Flint, as he had been once before. "He can't get any whiskey here unless it is served out to him; so that habit, if it is his habit, will do him no harm," argued Mr. Flint. "What do you mean by that, Corny?" asked the prisoner, disregarding the advice of his cousin. "I have not; they are sealed orders, and I am not to open them till nine o'clock this evening," replied Corny.