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āļ§āļīāđāļāļĢāļēāļ°āļŦāđ āļāļāļĨ āđāļĨāļ āļ§āļąāļ āļāļĩāđ āļĨāđāļĄ āđāļāđāļ° "Come aft, Kingston!" called the third lieutenant to the nearest man in the bow, and the one indicated crawled aft with all the haste he could make. "Take Hilton's oar!" added Mr. Pennant, as with his right arm he drew the wounded man back into the stern sheets. No one was stirring in the vicinity, and the silence was as profound as death itself. Not a word was said till they reached the cabin the officer had selected, and when they had entered, he closed the door behind them. The lantern was unveiled, and the lieutenant seated himself upon a block of timber, of which there were several in the room. "We will soon stop that," added Christy. "Give them another shot from the midship gun, Mr. Flint." "I did, captain; I keep copies of all my reports. I have them in my valise," answered he of the South in a matter-of-fact manner. "We are cousins."