"I have not many days,—perhaps, not many hours to live. Bring in his comrade," he added, in a whisper to Charcam; "I'll take care of him. "It's an ill wind that blows nobody good," thought the carpenter, turning his attention to the child, whose feeble struggles and cries proclaimed that, as yet, life had not been extinguished by the hardships it had undergone. "My horse has had a fall," replied Jack, assuming to perfection—for he was a capital mimic,—the tones of Quilt Arnold. "What say you to carrying her off, Captain?" suggested Blueskin. “There, there, now.
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