"Cease your confounded clutter!" said a young man, whose swarthy visage, seen in the torchlight, struck Wood as being that of a Mulatto. A small handgun bobbed at the end of it, aimed at Sheila. She drew in a deep breath of the sweet mountain air. There was no reason why she shouldn’t be his restrained and dignified friend. ‘If he needed sanctuary, it raises grave doubts about his activities. . I will arise myself. "I'm sure little Jack has but one friend beside myself, in the world, and that's more than I would have ventured to say for him yesterday.
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