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black jack āļ§āļīāļāļĩ āđāļĨāđāļ "I confess that I am as much in the dark as I was in the beginning," replied the executive officer. The Bronx continued to dart ahead at her best speed, and no sound came from the fort. It was only a question of minutes now before the steamer reached a point inside of the island where she could accomplish her mission by the capture of the Sphinx. The officers remained on deck, but they were protected by the bulwarks, the masts, and especially under the shelter of the top-gallant forecastle. Christy had earnestly warned the second and third lieutenants not to expose themselves needlessly to the musketry of the fort, and Mr. Flint was discreet enough to need no such warning. "Enough to take her to Liverpool," replied the first lieutenant. "Any orders, Captain Passford?" asked the first lieutenant, as he saw that Christy appeared to be master of the situation. "What are you about?" demanded the prisoner, attempting to shake off his captor when he felt the cold iron.