Out of the beaten track! He must not appear too eager. Tell him about the island, the coconut dance, the wooden tom-toms; read to him. "We shall never be able to get you out unseen, Jack," whispered Poll Maggot. She munched her bland Whopper as he wolfed three in a row, stuffing his mouth with half a dozen French fries at a time. “Good God!” he exclaimed. And, mind! no prevaricating—nothing but the truth will satisfy me. It drives him to my island, where I can study him to my heart's content. "Get up, mother," cried Jack; "do not kneel to him. She refrained.
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