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"He's gone," whispered Mallory

Anthony Hardingbehind theht turned to day Day rolled slowly on into night once ered on, footsore and weary Mallory suffered excruciating agony from his wound There were times when it seemed that it would be iht that Barbara Harding was somewhere ahead of them, and that in a short tiedly at his painful task

They had reached the river and were following slowly down its bank The eous, flooded the landscape with silvery light

"Look!" exclai, fervently

On the bank opposite they stopped and hallooed Alures rushed from the interior of the island to the shore before the "O h the river and brought the twothrew herself into her father's arrasped Mallory's outstretched hands, and then she looked beyond them for another

"Mr Byrne?" she asked "Where is Mr Byrne?"

"He is dead," said Anthony Harding

The girl looked, wide-eyed and unco, at her father for a full minute

"Dead!" she moaned, and fell unconscious at his feet