"Beat down their blades," cried the Master; "no bloodshed. ’ There was a pause. He disappeared into its thick doors like a magician’s rabbit. I beg that you will consider me your friend. ’ ‘And me,’ came the guttural response, ‘I will certainly murder you the very next time I am compelled to see your face. I was compelled to run away. “Please forgive me. ” “Bring me a whisky and soda, and a box of cigarettes,” Ennison answered, “and then leave me alone, there’s a good fellow. Before many minutes elapsed, he had picked a large hole in the plaster, which showered down in a cloud of dust; and breaking off several laths, caught hold of a beam, by which he held with one hand, until with the other he succeeded, not without some difficulty, in forcing out one of the tiles.
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