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the rum as he had the look of being, he won’t think of the
knife till he’s gone so far he’ll be afraid to come back after it
to such a place by himself — chicken-heart!’
Two or three minutes later the murdered man, the blan-
keted corpse, the lidless coffin, and the open grave were
under no inspection but the moon’s. The stillness was com-
plete again, too.
