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Prisoners of Chance

CHAPTER XXXI
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I made desperate effort to halt him, but my swift-flung knife found bloodless sheath within the soft earth of the wall.
"Zounds! are you a screeching woman with no control over your tongue ?" I exclaimed angrily, panting for breath.

"'T is likely that priest will rouse the tribe, and we shall have a run for it.

What caused you to make such an uproar ?" "Saints of Israel!" he said, repentantly enough, his glinting eyes still roving over the silent, leering image, "never before did I behold such monster as that.

For the moment, I believed it Satan himself.
But, for the love of the prophets, what is this ?" He began eagerly sniffing the air with his great nose like a pointer dog.

"'T is food I scent; that which will stay a famished stomach.


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