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"Nothing further, captain," said the executive officer; and the stock of this particular Lieutenant Passford mounted another trifle.
āđāļāđ āļ āļāļĩāđ āđāļāļĄ 66 At this moment Dave had worked himself in behind the pirate; and, with a well-directed blow with the feather duster on the head of Flanger, he brought him to the floor. "Yes, sir; most of the guns have been removed to points where they can be used to greater advantage than here. The few we have are twenty-four pounders, mounted en barbette," replied Lieutenant Fourchon. "The fort is practically abandoned; and in a short time will be entirely so, for the enemy's ships of war can do no harm here, and there is not water enough above to permit their passage into the Mississippi." "Mr. Flint has not had his breakfast yet, and he will come below for it very soon," added Dave. "He was just coming down for it when he got the signal to come alongside the flag-ship." "I am sure that you do, sir; and when I saw you on the quarter-deck for the first time, I had no doubt you were the officer who came on board sick last evening," replied Captain Battleton. He had hardly finished it before Mr. Flint paid him another visit, and reported everything ready for the recapture of the steamer. "Were you in charge of the sloop, uncle Homer?"