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Yazar: Henryk Sienkiewicz

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"So I've got to beat 'em all now, have I?" he asked grimly, his
jaw setting with an ugly click. "Schofield and Mallaby,
and--yes--while I'm about it, Tanner, too. The old man never
liked me, the girl hates me, and I wouldn't mind giving 'em a dig
along with the rest. Just to show 'em that I'm not so easy an'
peaceful as I look! But how?"
For a considerable space of time he sat there, his head low on
his breast, and his eyes half closed as his brain went over
scheme after scheme. The detective that Nat had brought from St.
Andrew's stuck his head down the cabin and remarked:
"Look here, captain, I want to arrest my man and get back. Why
don't you hunt up that ship and let me finish?"
"I've got something a lot better on hand, Durkee," remarked Nat
with a grin, rising from his chair, a plan having leaped full
blown into his mind. "Just stick along with me and you'll get
your man, all right."

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