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Hardly were the words out of his mouth before the boat and its occupants were plunged into the gloom of the cavern. “Here, you men, down stream a bit with that timber. Rutherford, you’ve the right idea—stick to it. Rush ’em up, boys,” to a gang bringing up a supply of planks. “Have you diverted any of the water, Rutherford?” “If we can only get behind the Tongue,” said Tellef..
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