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āđāļāļĄ āļāļīāļ āđāļĨāļ āđāļāļīāļ āļāļĢāļīāļ "Ensign Gordon Fillbrook," replied Corny promptly. "I don't understand it," said Captain Battleton, shaking his head. When he had finished his morning meal, he proceeded to study his chart again. He had never been to the westward of the mouths of the Mississippi; but he had a chart of the entrance to Barataria Bay. He examined it with the greatest care, and made himself familiar with the bearings and distances. In about an hour after he left the deck, a messenger came to the door of the cabin to inform him that the South West Pass was in sight, bearing due north. It was a living being, or it would not move, and he was certain that he had made a discovery. Then two regrets flashed through his mind as he stepped down from the veranda; the first, that he had not put on his shoes before he left his chamber, and the second, that he had not taken his pistols, for a bullet would travel a great deal faster than a barefooted officer, even of the United States Navy. But he ran with all his speed to the street, to the great detriment of his uncovered feet. "Good-morning, Uncle Job," replied Mike, taking the hand of the aged colored person. "How is your health?"