Spurlock bent his head to his knees. A moment before, the surface of the stream was black as ink. Capes was irritatingly judicial in the matter, neither absurdly against, in which case one might have smashed him, or hopelessly undecided, but tepidly sceptical. Certainly he could not move now other than to announce the fact that he had found his man.
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