She tried surreptitiously to reach her own dagger, in its cunning hiding place in her petticoat. Suddenly Anna felt her hand seized and imprisoned in Courtlaw’s burning fingers. ‘Soldier of fortune. "Yes—what do you mean, Ma'am?" added Jack, staggering after her. "Every honest man, Sir! He helps us to our own again. “Don’t!” she begged. It was a “territory” back then, and many a Frenchman and a Redskin both had been devoured in those caves.
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