Spurlock understood that his vantage would be temporary; the Wastrel had been knocked down, not out. "Your son," answered the boy. " "Uh-huh. Where was the expected message from this captain, who had promised to send her word at the instant Gerald returned to town. "Pick up that blade, Nab," vociferated Wild, finding himself hotly pressed, "and stab him.
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