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"No, captain: I have not. That is not my affair, and I don't meddle with what does not concern me."
āļāļĩ āđāļāđāļ āļāļāļĨ āļĨāđāļĄ āđāļāđāļ° Mr. Pennant had learned all he wanted to know, and from the parade he could see even in the darkness that only four guns were mounted on the works. He began to feel in a hurry to carry out the remainder of the programme assigned to him. He took the hand of the Confederate officer when he reached the point where Uncle Job was waiting for him, bade him good-morning, and left the fort. "Any seaman?" He slept soundly; but he had dreamed that some one opened the door of his room, or some one had actually done so. He was not a believer in dreams, and when an impression had fastened itself upon his mind, he was inclined to investigate it. It seemed to him that he had been awakened from his sleep by the opening of the door of his chamber. Some member of the family might be sick, and he might be needed to go for the doctor, or for some other service. "Mr. Sampson directs me to report that he is ready to proceed," said a messenger from the chief engineer.