“Go on,” he said. Ah Cum turned to his own affairs, blissfully ignorant that this tub was, within forty-eight hours, to cost him fifty gold. The fellow swore lustily, in a voice which Jack instantly recognised as that of Quilt Arnold, and vainly attempted to rise and draw his sword. His hair was thick and brown and his skin was fair. " "We'll see that, young hempseed," replied Sharples, shutting the hatch furiously in his face, and locking it. Challenge accepted.
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