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"Yes; but I have no time to spare, and you must not stop to talk," replied Christy rather sharply.

goldclub88 "Don't hab no healf, massa," replied Job, gazing earnestly at the intruder upon his slumbers. "A prisoner of war!" exclaimed the steward. "The commander of the ship a prisoner!" "There are several vessels in Appalachicola Bay, and I thought of attending to them; but I think we have too much on our hands now, and I shall sail at once for the station. You will take charge of the Floridian, Mr. Flint, with such crew as you need," said Christy. The Russian was sent to the boat to await the return of the lieutenant; but he was instructed not to open his mouth to his shipmates in regard to what had been done on the island. Job found a way to get into the big house, and conducted the officer to the dispensary, where he had so often gone for remedies for his ailments. He found what he wanted, and then he felt reasonably certain that he should make a success of his professional visit to the soldier. He took several small 330 bottles of medicines in addition to the particular one upon which he depended. "On deck, sir," reported Ralph, touching his cap to the commander, as Mr. Flint descended the steps to the ward room. "Open with the broadside guns, Mr. Flint!" called Christy, as the Bronx came abreast of the works. "That was a sensible thing to do. You are aware that we are short of officers, I suppose," said the commander.