She might scream until her voice failed; the natives would not come to her aid; they never meddled with the affairs of the whites. They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. "We'll see that, you yelping hounds!" rejoined Jonathan, glaring fiercely at them. And this time the departure had a tremendous effect of finality.
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