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Prisoners of Chance

CHAPTER XII
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"We are honest voyagers, glad to be of aid to any one in such distress as you seem to be." "Nay; I am not especially uncomfortable, unless my tobacco is soaked, and if such disaster hath overtaken me, it shall yet go hard with those blaspheming idolaters who cast me overboard.

But thy language is that of modern Israel, so I will join you in the boat.

'Tis the more readily done as I have not tasted food since yesternoon, and possess a hollowness within my physical temple which demandeth attention.

The spirit yieldeth to the craving of the flesh." "Catch hold upon the side," I ordered, as he drew near.

"We will have you ashore in a dozen strokes." The stranger did as I bade him, and it was truly a wondrous sight to observe how his head glowed in the sun as the drops of moisture dried, and brought out the full, ornate color of it.


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