"Wretch!" cried Jack. “It has been a delightful evening for me. They put her down, and she leaped at them; she smote a helmet to the ground. They tracked the fugitive to the Mint; but, like hounds at fault, they here lost all scent of their prey. “I suppose you’ll come to the point soon—if there is one. She trailed him to his apartment and a black door that read 727 in solemn gold-tone lettering. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. Wood will be here presently.
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