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joker 678 th "If I remember rightly it is eighty-three sea miles from the entrance to Pensacola Bay. But 151 you do not run away with the idea that it is necessary for you, as the present commander of the Bronx, to visit this place?" asked the naval officer. "I don't know." "That was a sensible thing to do. You are aware that we are short of officers, I suppose," said the commander. "It is within the limits of the town of Montgomery." "Where are the negro quarters of this plantation, Mike?" asked Mr. Pennant. Dave arranged the trunk and other articles to the best advantage for the concealment of the lieutenant, and then left the stateroom. Christy, 134 as soon as he had become acquainted with the situation, had arranged his plan of action, and the new officers of the Bronx were likely to encounter a mutiny, either to inaugurate or end their sway. In less than half an hour, the steward returned to the stateroom with the information that he had spoken to the second lieutenant, and informed him that the real commander of the Bronx was concealed under the berth in the captain's stateroom. "Uncle Job," said Mike, placing his hand on the shoulder of the sleeper on the side of the bed nearest to him.