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slot pg5 "Uncle Job," said Mike, placing his hand on the shoulder of the sleeper on the side of the bed nearest to him. "Who were the men with muskets on board of the sloop?" "I see; that is plain enough," added Corny. "How far is it to St. Andrew's?" Job conducted him to the fort, which was over a mile distant. The lieutenant was not dressed in his uniform with the shoulder straps, though he had procured one from the store ship at the station; but he had adjusted his garments to the needs of the occasion, so that, if captured he could hardly be recognized as a union officer. But he had his navy revolvers in his hip pockets, though they were covered by the skirts of the frock coat he wore, for he had borrowed this garment of the surgeon. Christy Receives a Second Wound.—Page 358.