She detected that the young officer’s shoulders tensed whenever she moved in the back of his 94 car. Jack, whose clothes were covered with dust, and whose face was deathly pale from his recent exertion, looked more like a phantom than a living person. Anyhow, they didn’t run about so much. He paced faster, stomping around. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new wood. “No, stay, Lucy. The two hostlers, however, kept close at his heels; and Jack, whose strength began to flag, feared he could not hold much longer.
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