[Allan and the Holy Flower by H. Rider Haggard]@TWC D-Link bookAllan and the Holy Flower CHAPTER XVIII 9/41
Only, as I firmly believe, he was a priest of the devil. I suppose that swim took me about a quarter-of-an-hour, for I went slowly to save my strength, although the crocodiles suggested haste.
But thank Heaven they never appeared to complicate matters.
Now I was quite near the cave, and now I was beneath the overhanging roof and in the shallow water of the little bay that formed a harbour for the canoe.
I stood upon my feet on the rock bottom, the water coming up to my breast, and peered about me, while I rested and worked my left arm, stiff with the up-holding of the gun, to and fro.
The fires had burnt somewhat low and until my eyes were freed from the raindrops and grew accustomed to the light of the place I could not see clearly. I took the rag from round the lock of the rifle, wiped the wet off the barrel with it and let it fall.
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