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"Then let your father give him the choice of two or three officers. That will settle the matter."
sweet bonanza āđāļāļāļāļīāļ "Good-morning, Uncle Job," replied Mike, taking the hand of the aged colored person. "How is your health?" This was the first responsible position Mr. Pennant had been called upon to fill, and he knew that his future depended in a large measure upon the skill and fidelity with which he obeyed his orders. His crew believed in him, and they were 206 very painstaking in their efforts to work in silence. He had stationed quartermaster Vincent in the bow of the boat as the lookout, and he was industriously peering out into the gloom of the fog and darkness to discover a vessel or a boat. He had heard the sounds himself, and he knew there was something there. When the boat had pulled about fifteen minutes, Vincent raised his hand up into the air; this was a signal which the third lieutenant understood, for he had arranged several of them with the quartermaster. "No, you don't," interposed Mr. Blowitt. "You are commanding a little gunboat, though you are only eighteen."