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CHAPTER X A CHANGE OF QUARTERS IN THE CONFUSION
āļāđāļēāļ§ āļāļĩāļŽāļē āļĨāļīāđāļ§āļāļĢāđāļāļđāļĨ āļ§āļąāļ āļāļĩāđ "Mind yore eye, Massa Gumboat!" exclaimed Job, in a low tone, but with great earnestness. He did not do quite as well every time, but in two hours there was not a gun in place on the barbette of the fort. 76 "Horatio Passford," replied Christy with a smile. "That is bad grammar," said the commander, laughing, for he was in an exceedingly pleasant humor, as may well be supposed. "You know what is right, and you must not talk like a contraband." The temporary berth was finished, the bedding put into it, and Christy took possession of it. For the present he had done all the thinking he cared to do, and he felt that his present duty was in action. He was a prisoner of war, and as such he was in disgrace in a loyal ship's company; at least, he felt that he was so under present circumstances. He was not disgusted at his failure to establish his identity, nor disheartened at the prospect before him. More than ever before in the two years of his experience as a naval officer, he realized that it was his duty to "Stand by the union." "All right, doctor; I have been directed to admit you. Pass in, sir."