Never before had he seen a man like Enschede nor heard a voice like Ruth's. CHAPTER XXV Spurlock pushed back his helmet and sat down in the white sand, buckling his knees and folding his arms around them—pondering. “But Sir John?” he exclaimed. Only the major won’t have it, and we’ve to bide by what the major says. "We work together no more.
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