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" At midnight when the mate touched him on the shoulder, in the moment of awakening and before he was awake Van Horn did two things automatically and swiftly.

He darted his right hand down to the pistol at his hip, and muttered: "Any nigger that'd hurt that pup.

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." "That'll be Kopo Point abreast," Borckman explained, as both men stared to windward at the high loom of the land.