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"Mullygumps!" exclaimed Dave, as he suspended his labors on the trunk.
House of Slots āđāļŦāļĢāļĩāļĒāļāļāļĢāļĩ "Shall we find no one at the negro quarters?" asked the lieutenant with interest. "I have heard about that; and I know that your cousin Christopher is no chicken." "You can trust Dave, Massa Christy," replied the steward, as the officer drew back into his hiding-place. "I can just see the fort and the big house. It is not so very dark to-night," answered the Russian. "I hope to drink up every drop of water in the Alabama River if I did not forget all about that! Gollywomps! Dave is getting stupid," exclaimed the steward, springing to his feet. "I can't bring you a regular dinner, Massa Christy, but I will do the best I can." "I am not going to banter with you, Passford. Where are your orders?" demanded the first lieutenant in a tyrannical manner. "I have a plain frock in my valise which I wore when the Teaser was captured," added Christy with a smile. "I will remove my coat and wear that."