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sugar pop āđāļāđ āđāļāļīāļ āļāļĢāļīāļ āđāļŦāļĄ "Good heavens!" exclaimed the first lieutenant, as he came out from his shelter. "You are wounded again!" "Count them for yourself!" exclaimed Captain Flanger in brutal tones. "But where did you learn this history of Corny's operations?" asked his uncle, knitting his brow as though he did not quite believe the narrative. The third lieutenant was sent for, and his instructions were given to him. Mike would be his pilot, and could give him such information as he required in regard to the locality. He was to land in some convenient locality, cross the island on foot at the plantation, to Fort Lafitte, distant less than a mile, and ascertain if there were a steamer or other vessels in the bay. He was also instructed to use all means in his power to ascertain the strength of the fort. He was to make a landing about half a mile west of the plantation buildings. "How shall you manage it?"