He kept his keen eyes steadily fixed on Thames, as if awaiting to be addressed. Creeping along quickly on his hands and knees, he found the entrance to a covered drain, into which he crept. " "Unpossible, master," rejoined Ben; "the tide's running down like a mill-sluice, and the wind's right in our teeth. I know all.
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