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เครดิต ฟรี ให้ ยืนยัน ตัว ตน "Strike two bells, Vincent!" he called to the quartermaster. "I protest agailst this brutal treatmelt!" stormed the prisoner, as he continued to writhe in his irons. "I am a woulded plisoler!" "Then you are older than you appear to be," continued Christy; and he proceeded to question the seaman in regard to his education and experience as a seaman. "Wollywogs! You look like Massa Christy, for sure," exclaimed Dave, as he gave himself up 130 to a study of the face presented to him. "But the captain looks like Massa Christy too." 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. "Shall we find no one at the negro quarters?" asked the lieutenant with interest. "You have been under this berth since the steamer left the flag-ship!" exclaimed Corny, apparently amazed at the fact.