Not a word passed between them. “I suppose, Mr. She always managed to get back to the bungalow before he did. ‘What the devil for? I’ll have one of the men ride the creature up tomorrow. The sun-canvas was stowed; and Spurlock's chair was set forward the foremast, where the bulging jib cast a sliding blue shadow over him.
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