"Yes, sar; ober dar," he replied, pointing to the west.
"How many men are there at the fort?"
"Only twenty, sar; all gone ober to New Orleans, sar."
"How many guns has it? I mean big guns, Uncle Job?"
"I done count only four ob dem w'en I was dar last time."
"Only four!" exclaimed Mr. Pennant. "Are you telling me the truth, Uncle Job?"
"I neber spoke noffin but the truf, Massa Ossifer."
"Are those four very large,—long as this cabin is wide?" asked the lieutenant with interest.
"No, sar!" exclaimed Job with energy.
"But they must have had very big guns."