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CHAPTER XXVIII THE NEGRO VILLAGE ON THE ISLE GRANDE TERRE
āđāļāđāļ āđāļāļāļĢāđ āļŠāļĨāđāļāļ 69 "That is Uncle Job, Captain Passford," replied the lieutenant. "He has been of very great service to me, and he enables me to make a very full report to you, sir. This is the captain of the gunboat, Uncle Job," he added to the negro. "Where, sir, if you please?" asked the sailor, with a sort of bewildered look. "Produce it, if you please." "I'm the one for your money," returned the oarsman, as he headed his boat into the slip. "I say I am abused, and dragged from below like a dog." "You need not have. You have played your part remarkably well, Mr. Passford, and it was an excellent idea on the part of Major Pierson, who suggested this plan of putting you in the place of your cousin. He had seen you and your relative together, I believe?" "Christopher Passford," replied the invalid officer, with the most unblushing effrontery.