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āļāđāļēāļ§ āļāļļāļāļāļāļĨ āļĒāļļāđāļĢāļ āļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ "Is it really you, Captain Passford?" asked the second lieutenant. It was now the turn of Captain Battleton to be puzzled, if not mystified, by the statement of his passenger, and he looked inquiringly into his face as if to ascertain if he was not the victim of a practical joke. But naval officers on duty are not given to pleasantries; and if he had any such suspicion, he banished it at once, for there was nothing in the appearance of the lieutenant to warrant it. "Do you know the name of that steamer, Uncle Job," inquired Mr. Pennant. "He is a good man, and quite as intelligent as any of our seamen. He is a pilot on the coast of Florida, and may be farther to the westward so far as I know. He is forty-seven years old, though he does not look it, and has been to sea all his life. By the way, that Captain Flanger has done some business as a smuggler, Mike informs me." "The doctor!" exclaimed the soldier. "Is there a doctor there?"