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slot house āđāļĨāļāđ "Don't hab no healf, massa," replied Job, gazing earnestly at the intruder upon his slumbers. "Good!" exclaimed Mr. Pennant; and this was the first time he had ever been under fire, though he had imagined it enough to feel entirely at home. In a short time the Vernon was alongside the flag-ship. Christy had put his uniform coat in his valise, and still wore the frock he had taken from it. He had removed his linen collar, and put on a woollen shirt and a seaman's cap, for he did not care to be taken for an officer among the crew. He carried his valise to the vicinity of the forehatch, and looked up through the opening to ascertain what he could of the movements on board. 300 "Captain Passford, I protest agailst this treatment of a prisoler of war," howled the privateersman.