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 .
... 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 sort of tunnel .
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 ...
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 .
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 ...
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