"No; I mean Mariana. Captain Lane, an old privateer officer of the Revolution, is there. He has organized a company of Marylanders on the peninsula on which Mariana is situated, and will be able to help you some. You will find an abundance of ammunition for your artillery."
Fernando left the general's quarters with his heart beating in a way which he could not explain. Terrence had just returned to the company. Fernando ordered his men to be ready to march at dark, and was hastening across the street to a tavern for his supper, when he was suddenly accosted by a familiar voice with:
"Golly! massa Stevens, am dat you?"
"Job, where have you come from?"
"Everywhar, Massa. I done been rovin' de worl' over huntin' for de massa I belong to when I war taken by de Britishers; but I can't find him. Whar ye gwine?"
Fernando explained, and the negro said:
"Golly! ye goin' dar?"
"Yes, Job."
"De ship what am goin' ter bombard dat town am de Xenophon."
"Xenophon!" cried Fernando; "surely Providence must be in this."