"We must keep still. ’ ‘Don’t count on it. ‘I thought, you see, that we might as well enter by the same way our intruder had done. He's worth a dozen of you. This, then, was the cause of the widow's wild inexplicable look,—of her sudden shriek! Explaining his suspicious in a whisper to Jack's captor, who proved to be a church-warden and a constable, by name John Dump,—Mr. "Jack," exclaimed the widow, starting up and drawing back the curtain. Things hung for a moment in an awkward silence. 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. Understand me. “You’ve got my view,” he said, after a pensive second. ‘His granddaughter?’ ‘Yes, his son’s daughter. Do sit down, dear boy.
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