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兵王之王）onafternoonthe late fall all were gathered about the big chair and captaidid not know it,had drowsed the whole day through and only just awakenedcall for his ukulele and lighigarettepolly’ the ukulele lay idlehis arm, and though the pine logs crackledthe huge fireplaceshivered and took notethe cold.
“it’ood sign,”said, unaware that the faintnesshis voice drew the headshis listeners closer.“the cold weather will’ard jobwork the tropics outone’ i’m beginningshapenow forthe spring, polly,start with the dogs, and you’ll see the midnigh your mother would have likedwaam sleeps with the dogs, and we’llshaking out yellow nuggets from the mos has some fin th’re timber wolves, that’s what they are, big grey timber wolves, though they sport brown about onea litter isn’t that right, bennington?”
“onea litter, that’s just about the average,” bennington, the yukoner, replied promptly, buta voice hoarsely unrecognisable.
“and you must never travel alone with them,” captain tom went on.“foryou fall down they’ll jum’s brutes only respecan whenstands uprighthigoes down, he’ ing over the divide from tananacircl was before the klondik was’94 ... no, ’95, and the bottom had dropped outth waoung canadian withname waswas ... a peculiar one ... waiinutewill eme....”
his voice ceased utterly, though his lips stilunbelief and vast surprise dawnedhharp, convulsivthat moment, without warning,sa looked clear eyed and steady,if pondering, then turneand moved impotently,ifreach hers, and whenfound it, his fingers couldgazedher witreat smile that slowl eyes droopedthe life went out, and remaineacequietudeukulele clatteredthohey went softly from the room, leaving polly alone.
from the veranda, frederick watchean ingth the rollthe seahis walk, frederick could guess for whom the strange face was swarthy with sun and wrinkled with age that was given the liethe brisknesshis movements and the alertnessthe keen blac the lobeeach ear wainy circletgold.
“howyou do, sir,” the man said, andwas patent that english was not the tonguehad learnedhis mother’s knee.“how’s captain tom?they toldin the town thatwas sick.”
“my brotherdead,” frederick answered.
the stranger turned his head and gazed out over the park like grounds andto the distant redwood peaks, and frederick noted thatswallowed witheffort.
“by the turtlestasman,waan,”said,a deep, changed voice.
“by the turtlestasman,waan,” frederick repeated; nor didstumble over the unaccustomed oath.
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