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āļŠāļđāļāļĢ āļāļē āļāļē āļĢāđāļē āđāļĄāđāļ āļĒāđāļē āļāļĩāđāļŠāļļāļ "Uncle Job," said Mike, placing his hand on the shoulder of the sleeper on the side of the bed nearest to him. "I did; you were correctly informed," answered Corny, as the wandering gaze of the commander rested upon him. "And because, in your present enterprise as you have outlined it, you cannot get along without me," said Christy. Colonel Passford was reclining on the divan when the commander entered the cabin; but he rose to his feet as soon as he saw his nephew. Christy thought he looked thinner and paler than when he had last seen him. He was now only forty-two years old, but he looked like a man of fifty. "Very well the last time I saw them, which was three weeks ago. They are busy making garments for the soldiers," answered the planter. "Is he really sick, doctor?" asked Christy, with a smile which meant something.