Uttering a few inarticulate ejaculations,—for he was completely out of breath,—
the fugitive placed a bundle in the arms of the carpenter, and, regardless of the
consternation he excited in the breast of that personage, who was almost
stupified with astonishment, he began to divest himself of a heavy horseman's
cloak, which he threw over Wood's shoulder, and, drawing his sword, seemed to
listen intently for the approach of his pursuers. I shall ride to St. “She must go her own way. "
"You do not remember me, I dare say," observed the stranger. Pull over there. Give me that
precious charge," he added, snatching the bundle from Wood. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there
were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. All this muddle to placate his conscience!
"Here—quick!" McClintock thrust a cigar into Spurlock's hand. "I hope not.
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