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" "Not now, my love—not now," entreated Wood. "Fire!—murder—thieves!—I've got one of 'em!" "Come along," cried Jack. Perhaps in the beginning the women made fools of themselves over him. I’ve never had these crying fits before. What had actually beaten him was not to have known if someone had picked up his trail. So far she had not heard the sound of his voice. Jack seemed glad enough to rest, his back against the wall, and closed his eyes. Few men could have done as much. It was a clear, lovely, October morning.
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