The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. A sense of loss was amongst us. A queer game this: he could not move directly as in an ordinary case of manhunt. "Stand aside, Tom," commanded Kneebone. "You didn't spend it?" "I never intended to spend it—any more than I really intended to steal it. "Lost no time on the road—eh!—I didn't expect you till to-morrow at the earliest.
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