She moved a little nearer to him. They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. It was a gray day in the spring of 1910. The blades on the top spun faster and faster. "He will be murdered!—Help!" "My child!—my love!" cried Wood, dragging her forcibly back. Indeed I must. He had abandoned his oars, and the boat was drifting with the stream towards the enemy. McClintock's heart went out to Spurlock; he would always be the boy's friend, even though he had dragged this girl on to the rocks with him. "I'll tackle it to-night!" "But it's after ten!" "What's that got to do with it? … The roofs of the native huts scattering in the wind! … the absolute agony of the twisting palms!…. "And, now I'll tell you what they do. It’s not you—not a bit.
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