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The main body had halted before setting out over the shingle to the shore .
Rangsley was waiting to conduct us into the town , where we should find a man
to take us three fugitives out to the expected ship . We rode clattering
... and , at the same moment , a glazed show - case full of razors and brushes
swung noiselessly forward with an effect of the supernatural . A small opening ,
just big enough to take a man's body , revealed itself . We passed through it and
up a ...
The shingle crashed at intervals beneath the feet of a large body of men . I
remembered the smugglers ; but it was as if I had remembered them only to
forget them forever . Old Rangsley , who steered with the sheet in his hand , kept
up an ...
After all , I was no more than a boy , and even younger in mind than in body .
Queer - looking boats crawled between the shores like tiny water beetles . One
headed out towards us , then another . I did not want them to reach us . It was as
if I ...
Castro writhed his whole body , and I stepped backwards . “ I know what Rio
Medio is , ” I said , not very loudly . “ It is a nest of pirates . ” Castro crept towards
me again on the points of his toes . “ Seņor Don Juan Kemp , child of the devil , ”
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