After all, he had the means of setting this tormenting doubt at rest. The bungalows and stores were built of heavy bamboo and gum-wood; sprawly, one-storied affairs; for the typhoon was no stranger in these waters. I found him lying like this, the bleeding partly stopped by this scarf, else he had been dead by now. I don’t care! I’m glad I did. The wound lay open for five seconds, and then closed neatly as if it had been stitched by invisible hands. Jack had got into one of the pens at the north side of the chapel. The house will be well rid of him, for a more idle, good-for-nothing reprobate never crossed its threshold. I’m not that sort I quite agree. Spurling had retired for the night. Wild," replied the other, "a little shaken, that's all.
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