The wheel and the navigating instruments were sternward, under a spread of heavy canvas, a protection against rain and sun. Not one of them but bore the marks of having been engaged in a recent and severe conflict. ‘It does not matter to me if he comes or no, madame. Gerald sighed. Rushing towards the entrance of the well-hole, Blueskin touched the secret spring.
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