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289 "Thank you, Captain Passford," replied the steward.
superslot āđāļāļĢāļāļīāļ 30 "I was, captain; but I cannot speak for my cousin Corny," replied the possessor of the commission. "It is a strange story, and I cannot see how Corny succeeded in passing himself off as the officer he personated." "How are you going to get to the entrance of the bay in a fog?" inquired Corny. "I beg your pardon, Captain Passford, for countermanding your order; but Dave will do nothing of the sort," interposed the intruder, as blandly as before. "Dave knows better than to obey such an order." 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.