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The occupants of the skiff cast a contemptuous look at his old muzzle-loader, as they passed, and one of them laughed and said something in an aside to his companion. "All right, I'll stay." CHAPTER XXIII MR. HINTER PROVES A PUZZLE.
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"Why, sir," answered the Admiral, "I don't see that we should be late if we did not go at all." They gently rolled the dead, or dying, man on to his back, and the nature of his injury appeared. He was clothed in white trousers, a light blue coat, and a shirt the front of which was ornamented by some light tracing like flowers. He was without a cravat, and his head was uncovered. The left side of his shirt was soaked in blood, and the singed hole through which the bullet had passed from the weapon whose muzzle he had pressed to his breast, was visible in the thick of the dark crimson dye. His face was marble-white. It wore an expression of torture. His lips were parted and grey. The eyelids were half-closed, and the whites of the eye only were visible. Wilson whistled. "What in the world does he want with that swamp, I wonder?" he cried. "No!".
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