Where is he now ?" inquired the captain.
"Mr.Vapoor saw him on the deck, but he did not speak to him, for Uncle Homer avoided him.

The ward room of the prize has at least two wounded officers in it, and I don't know how many more, so that my poor uncle has no place to lay his head if he is sick," said Christy, full of sympathy for his father's brother.
"That will never do!" exclaimed the commander bruskly.

"He shall have a place to lay his head, sick or well.

Captain Rombold occupies one of the staterooms in my cabin, and your uncle shall have the other." "But where will you berth, captain ?" demanded Christy.
"No matter where! I will go and find your uncle at once;" and Christy saw him next mounting the gangway steps.
The commander had no difficulty in finding the gentleman he sought; for he was wandering about the deck of the prize, and no one seemed to take any notice of him.

He had been the honored guest of Captain Rombold, though he had hardly shown himself on deck since the steamer left Mobile, and few of the ship's company seemed to know who he was.
"Good-morning, Colonel Passford," said Captain Breaker, as he confronted him in the midst of the ruins of the spare wheel, the wrecks of the mizzen mast, and the bulwarks on the quarterdeck.
"Good-morning, Captain Breaker," replied the planter, taking the offered hand of the commander, with a feeble effort to smile.