Uncle Tromp pushed himself awayfrom the wall and came slowly to where Manfred stood. exhausted that he could not tift an arm clear of the surfaceand he was forced to struggle back the last hundred yards in a painfulside-stroke. The miles drifted back behind them. There was an old man sitting on one of the chairs, but he was a strangerand Manfred looked beyond him expectantly.
What is it, Uncle Tromp? Come, I'll show you. And he has shipped them south on therailway, I expect! Not yet, the count shook his head. He lifted it slowly and threw the butt of the rifle to his shoulder. If you presshim further, he will usually turn and come back at you.
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