"Enough!" rejoined Wild; "he shall not return. "What's the matter with the man?" demanded Wild. ” He was strangely silent. Spurlock understood that his vantage would be temporary; the Wastrel had been knocked down, not out. Into this hole in the wall and out of it the native stream flowed from sunrise to sunset, when the stream mysteriously ceased. And it has been well for you that he imagines the child was drowned.
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