CHAPTER XXIV.
I JOIN THE SEA GULL I can see the fellow still, as he sat there smiling, his teeth revealed under his mustache, his eyes filled with cunning.
"You! why you chance to be the very sort of man I need.

The devil could not have sent me a better," he said, with some enthusiasm.

"You are an American soldier, the best-drilled men in the world for irregular service.

You can understand that the longer I can keep those fellows down there fighting, the more I will sell.

Good! that is part of my business.