"First take the child," cried Darrell, holding up the infant, and clinging to the oar with a dying effort. Mirages, over which he was constantly throwing bridges which were wasted efforts, since invariably they spanned solid ground. Nothing, in short, portable or valuable was left. She cut a deep gash into her own arm with a steel screw, loosing drops of her own blood onto the floorboards.
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