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āļāļēāļāļāļēāļĢ 918kiss "How many guns has it? I mean big guns, Uncle Job?" "They are awake there," said Christy with a smile to the first lieutenant, and both of them watched for the fall of the shot, which struck the water at least a quarter of a mile ahead of the vessel. "Beat to quarters, Mr. Flint." "It is Mr. Christy, ma'am; nothing is the matter," replied Walsh; but then he appeared to think that he had replied without proper consideration, and he revised his speech. "I don't know that anything's the matter, ma'am," and still he gazed at the young gentleman, as though he deemed it possible that he had suddenly gone crazy. "We are putting things to rights on board," replied Christy, who had not seen the doctor before, for he had retired early to his room.