Nowhere could he see that reaching, menacing Hand. "He must be somewhere hereabouts," cried one of the horsemen, dismounting. . From the sounds of it, he was better off dead. ‘Very wise,’ he commented, slightly relaxing his arm. "Fire!—murder—thieves!—I've got one of 'em!" "Come along," cried Jack. “Yet it is my last evening, and I think —if you are sure that you would like to have me—that I will risk it. "By all means," rejoined Quilt.
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