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slot āļāđāļēāļĒ āđāļŦāļ āļāļĩ āļŠāļļāļ "I am very glad to see you, Uncle Job," said Christy, taking the hand of the venerable colored person. "I thank you for the service rendered to my officer. Now, Mr. Pennant, you will come to my cabin and make your report. Bring Uncle Job with you." "What time shall you come about?" asked Corny, apparently from curiosity rather than any especial interest in the navigation of the steamer. The head and hair of the old colored man were peculiar enough to enable the Russian to identify him if he had ever seen him even once before. His mouth was twisted to one side either naturally or by some injury, and his kinky hair made him look as though he carried a great bale of cotton on the top of his head. He opened his eyes when Mike shook him gently, and looked at the two men at the side of his bed with a wondering rather than an alarmed expression. 284 "You have shot off by dose, you!"âgroaned Flanger. "The ball welt straight through it."