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The People Of The Mist

CHAPTER XIV
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Everything else was gone, except the magazine, which had escaped the flames, being built of brick and stone, and roofed with tin.
The adventurers looked around them in silence, then they looked at each other.

What a spectacle they presented in the clear light of the morning, as they stood by the gun which had done them such signal service! All were begrimed with smoke and powder, and their clothes were burnt by the falling sparks.

Leonard's throat was a mass of bruises, his hands and face were bleeding, and he was so stiff and hurt that he could scarcely move.

Soa's hair was singed and cut by the bullet which had shaved her head; the priest's robe hung in charred threads, and his hands were blistered with fire; Juanna's broidered Arab dress, torn by the brutal hand of Pereira, scarcely retained a trace of white, and her long dark locks were tangled and powdered with bits of blackened reed.
All were utterly exhausted--that is, all except Otter, who advanced to speak to Leonard, begrimed and stripped to the waist, but fresh and fierce as ever.
"What is it, Otter ?" he asked.
"Will the Baas let me take these men," and he nodded towards the freed slaves who had belonged to the Settlement, "and hunt through the camp yonder?
Many of the devils still live, and wounded snakes strike hardest." "As you like," answered Leonard.

"Arm them with anything you can find, and search the camp thoroughly.


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