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A very small settlement, mostly natives. "On Friday," he replied. "No, I won't hear you, murderer," rejoined Wood. I'll lay my life he's gone. He was roused from the stupor of despair into which he had sunk by the voice of Ben, who roared in his ear, "The bridge!—the bridge!" CHAPTER VII.
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