“Why on earth did you TELL me?” he cried. She saw the moonlit waters, the black shadow of the proa, the moon-fire that ran down the far edge of the bellying sail, the silent natives: no sound except the slapping of the outrigger and the low sibilant murmur of water falling away from the sides—and the beating of her heart. Having made a hole in the wall sufficiently large to pass through, Jack first tossed the bar into the room and then crept after it. " "A clever device," replied Jonathan; "but it won't serve your turn.
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