"I owe you nothing," he repeated, dully. "Mac, did you ever run across a missioner by the name of Enschede?" "Enschede?" McClintock stared at the ceiling. Opening a pair of large black eyes, the child fixed them for an instant upon Wood, and then, alarmed by the light, uttered a low and melancholy cry, which, however, was speedily stilled by the caresses of his mother, towards whom he extended his tiny arms, as if imploring protection. After the sights he would have to twiddle his thumbs until the joints cracked. I felt as though I had bandaged eyes. “Leave them!” He yelled.
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