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Maurice shook his head. "None of our gang 'ud take it," he said. "Likely some of them Sand-sharks." He made a step to the ship's side, and the mate without answer slunk away to leeward. "Looks like a good feedin' place, Moll," he addressed the spaniel as he paddled slowly across to the far shore of the slough. "Good grass here fer hidin', too; but not much chance of findin' a down bird without a good dog, an' I've got her—eh girlie?".
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