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āļŠāļĨāđāļāļ āļāļĢāļĩ āđāļāļĢāļāļīāļ jdb Christy and the first lieutenant sprang from the shelter where they had been waiting the passage of the fort, and rushed up the steps to the bridge. The commander of the force on shore, with half a 351 dozen men, was at work on one of the guns on the barbette; but it was impossible to make out what they were doing. Then there was a flash, a cloud of smoke went up, and a shot crashed into the deck directly under the pilot-house, tearing up the planks, and disappearing in the space below. "You will pardon me if I add that I think one or the other of them must be an impostor," added Captain Battleton with some diffidence. "I have precisely the same papers," added Christy, with as much assurance as his cousin.