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To the wretched five, this exultant mirth sounded like a
knell of death. ‘Great God!’ cried Bates, running up to his
knees in water after the departing boats, ‘would you leave
us here to starve?’
The only answer was the jerk and dip of the retreating
oars.
0 For the Term of His Natural Life
