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He loaded the launch with a thousand pounds—all she could carry—and started home immediately after sundown; but even then he lost from a hundred to a hundred and fifty pounds before he had the stuff cached in McClintock's bamboo-covered sawdust pit. She flung aside every plan she had in life, every discretion. He brought another small loaf, and a can with which he replenished the pitcher, recommending Jack to be careful, as he would get nothing further till morning. I am come to serve you. "We shall all be murdered. But McClintock's mind was perceptive, whereas Spurlock's was only dully confused. He hated horizons.
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