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PURPOSE. Chapter VIII
“WHITE’S”
Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the
ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse
rapidly approaching its last days. This, Wood, acting upon Terry's caution,
was most unwilling to do; but, finding he had no alternative, he reluctantly made
known his errand and the bolts were undrawn. Fly! they shall knock me on the head—curse 'em!—before they shall
touch you. You'll live to hate chicken; and
the man in you will rise up and demand strong drink. Also, you must send someone to fetch my
horse—at least, it is not mine but I have borrowed it to come here—because it
will be dark very soon and—’
‘Woof! Hold it, hold it,’ begged the sergeant. "
"Try the cellar, Captain," said Blueskin, stamping upon a large board in the
ground.
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