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"Art so worn as that?" I exclaihtened himself and strode on beside me "I don't knohat came over ht I hope they'll keep to their side of the water"

A stone's throw farther on, the strea to the west, we left it, and found ourselves in a sparsely wooded glade, with a bare and sandy soil beneath our feet, and above, in the western sky, a crescent roan in the darkness

I wheeled "Diccon!" I cried "What is the matter?"

Before I could reach him he had sunk to his knees When I put ain deh, then tried to swear, and ended with another groan "The ball did graze my arm," he said, "but it went on into my side I'll just lie here and die, and wish you well at Jaainst you there, and you open fire on them, name a bullet for me"