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"Do you wish to leave this place, Uncle Job?" asked the officer.
āđāļāļīāļ āļāļĢāļĩ āļāļē āļŠāļī āđāļKeyword "Why did you bless the Lord that you were here at last?" But Job was very obliging, and he made a hissing sound, followed by an effort to sneeze which was a failure. Then he hissed some more, though the loss of his front teeth interfered with the effort. Then he said "fing." The strange sail continued to approach; and, little by little, the first lieutenant, who had sailed in the Bellevite several years, identified her as that steamer. It was probable that she had chased some vessel, and was now returning to her station. As she came nearer, she fired a gun for the Bronx to come to; and when within hail of her, stopped her screw. "Mr. Vapoor, chief engineer of the Bellevite," said the executive officer, presenting Christy's 295 greatest crony on earth, for he had held back in deference to his superior officer. "Very well; perhaps you had better answer the question;" and the captain pointed at Corny. "Who was your first lieutenant?"