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panda xoth "Let me see your face before you told me anything," persisted Dave, as he pulled out one end of the trunk, and dropped upon his knees where he could see under the berth. "I am in command, Dave, and there must be no more 'massa' now," added Christy. "What's that, Captain Passford?" demanded Dave, opening his eyes like a pair of saucers. CHAPTER XXXI A WOUNDED COMMANDER "Wounded, you"— "That is all I have to say about him. I studied the skipper of the sloop and watched him. I am sure he did not fire a musket, and he seemed to take no part in the affairs of the men on board. Captain Flanger is the active man of the party; but I have no idea who or what he is. If you look at the skipper, you will see that he is an octoroon, or something between a mulatto and a white man, and in my opinion he is not a cheerful worker on that side of the house. Perhaps the skipper will be willing to tell you who and what the party are. They claimed to be private citizens, and that the sloop was bound to Appalachicola; perhaps the gentleman in black can explain the mission of the party." "Don't hab no healf, massa," replied Job, gazing earnestly at the intruder upon his slumbers.