Then he had whittled aplug of matching wood to close and conceal the opening. Hal grinned to himself, half with amusement and half in anticipation,as he blew out his lamp and knelt to remove the wooden plug from hispeephole. Then he ran down to join Aboli. Hal chilled at the thought of the havoc that this plague would wreakamong his already depleted crew, should it take hold on the GoldenBough.
Could we send word to him? Althuda laughed bitterly. Hal sprang up, and called to the others, Throw fresh logs on the fire. That ends our discussion, and I wishyou a fair wind. I am not in the market.
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