"Hold!" cried Kneebone, flinging down the packets; "they are nothing to me. You’re trespassing again, and I’ve come to arrest you,’ Gerald said promptly. The transverse spars before mentioned were as slippery as ice; and the hollows between them were filled ankle-deep with water. "It's a great world," was the manager's greeting.
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