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” “He cares so much for you. I can’t even make myself care. And you shall have a share of the gold for yourself. " ***** "To me, you dirty blackguard!" cried Spurlock, flinging aside his helmet. "Far from, it, Sir. “Looooo-ceeeeee!!” He yelled, sounding like Desi Arnaz. Chapter Seven ‘Oh, my God,’ burst from Gerald. One morning, as he took his stand on the Hong-Kong packet dock to ambush the possible tourist, he witnessed the arrival of a tubby schooner, dirty gray and blotched as though she had run through fire. Whether the turnkey entertained any suspicion of the old man, Jack could not tell, but that night he was more than usually rigorous in his search; and having carefully examined the prisoners and finding nothing to excite his suspicions, he departed tolerably satisfied. ’ ‘I don’t, as a matter of fact,’ Gerald said decidedly, a frown creasing his brow. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www. From this peaceful scene Jack's eye fell upon Jonathan, who, seated upon the stile, under the shade of an elder tree, was evidently watching him.
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