The breeze had moved several times down the valley, and as often as it passed the people of Surprise turned gratefully in their seats. Mr. Robson, shift-boss, found heart to swear appreciation4 and light a pipe; Mrs. Boulder5, brisk and brawny6, reached from her chair to slap the youngest child; and Mr. Horrington, general agent—unappreciated cousin of Sir James Horrington, Bart., of Such-and-such Hall, England—pledged again his lost relatives in whisky and a dash of water. The members of the staff, telling smoking-room stories from their long chairs outside the mess-room, re-settled for something newer and choicer.
Two sounds were repeated, and helped to make the stillness live. They were the stamp of horses near the creek, and the cornet of Mr. Wells, storeman. The cornet player was feeling the way, with poor luck but an honest persistence7, through the pitfalls8 and crooked9 ways of "The Death of Nelson." He had reached the thirteenth verse. The thirteenth verse was the unlucky verse: unlucky for him, because he broke down, unlucky for his listeners, because he[Pg 12] repeated it. The notes fell slowly, uncertainly, mournfully upon the night. As the fourteenth verse began, Mr. Neville, manager of Surprise, swore with feeling.
The old man of Surprise sat in the recess11 of his verandah, on a full-length wicker chair, both legs at easiest angle, heavy walking stick at hand, a glass at his elbow, a pipe in his clutch. The hessian blinds, nailed to the woodwork, threw the place into gloom, unless crevices12 let in a beam of the moon. Old Neville sat back in the half-dark, a man of small and tough make, covered from collar to ankles in white duck, with brown, wrinkled face, bristling14 grey moustache, shaggy white eyebrows15, and an aggressive manner. He was seventy; but he was to be reckoned with still. Behind him, two canvas waterbags hung midway from the roof, and the single small table, with the whisky bottle and the box of matches on it, he had taken for himself. He put out bony fingers for the matches.
"Damn that wretched fellow! I'll hunt him off the place to-morrow."
A girl and two men were his company. The girl sat between the men, and the three people leaned back in canvas chairs. The nearest man, who was dressed in riding clothes, was young—no more than thirty-five. He was tall, and of a wiry make, and his skin was tanned. His face was clean shaven, with a trace of temper in it, while he had the manner of one well able to take care of himself. He gave his attention to a pipe. He was known through all that country as James Power of Kaloona Station.
The girl was dressed in white. She was not thirty years old, but the climate had not spared her. She was not tall, she was rather slight, and her face challenged no second glance; but he who looked closely might find thought behind her eyes, and humour in her mouth. The carriage of her head showed courage. Here was a girl with thoughts to think and with dreams to dream. A girl with a stout16 heart, who would be ready to drink deeply from the cups of joy and sorrow: a mate worth winning. Maud Neville was her name, and Neville of Surprise was her father. Just now, with both hands, she marked the fall of the cornet notes which continued their troubled passage.
The other man smoked a cigar in heavy content. He was growing middle-aged17 and stout. He breathed with deep breaths, but the sultry night excused him. A dark moustache covered his mouth. His face was filling with flesh; and his eyes were cold though rather wise. Just now he was well pleased with the world. He was John King, accountant of Surprise.
"Don't always be growling20 at Wells, father. He maddened me once; but I have accepted him long ago. He will learn something else soon. The cornet is new. He got it two or three coaches ago. Mr. King, do you remember the concertina last summer? The heat unstuck it or something. That's why he sent for the cornet. One day I asked him why he was so persistent21, and he put his hands on his chest very grandly like this and said—'Miss Neville, it is in here. It must come out.'"
The old man screwed up his face. "He can tell the flies that to-morrow when he takes the track."
King took the cigar from his mouth very deliberately22.
"Maybe we listen to more than a poor storeman—a lover, a poet rather. Who can say? A lover whose beloved has wandered afar: a poet born tongueless, whose breast must break with fullness. Then what do our ears matter, while he finds relief?"
Power laughed. "You're an amusing idiot, King." But the old man snorted.
"I've something else to even up with besides that trumpet23. Every man jack24 on the place is doing what he likes with the water tanks these last two months. They're three part done. There'll be a drought here 'fore25 the rains come, sure as I sit here, there will. I believe half the women wash their brats26 in it. They've got the devil's impidence. I watched Wells to-day carry half-a-dozen kerosene27 tins for Mrs. Simpson and Mrs. Boulder. I'd have seen he knew about it, if I'd been nearer. I'll fix the lot of 'em up yet. I'll settle them quick."
"Ration them! I'll ration them till their tongues hang out. They can go to the pub for a drink."
A chair creaked in the dark, grunts29 followed the creak, and Neville got to his feet. He steadied himself with his stick, and started towards the door into the house. On the threshold he paused and looked round.
"Ye know Gregory, the gouger30 from Mount Milton way? He was in at the store this afternoon. Says he's struck a first class copper31 show on the river. He was blowing hard about it there, and had specimens32 with him. He was after gettin' a lot of tucker on account; but I settled that. I may be wrong, huh, huh! but I reckon he wasn't long from the pub."
"Where's his show?" King asked.
"He can have only just struck it. Nobody was on the hole a fortnight back," Power answered.
"Is the show any good?" asked King.
"Bah! Of course not."
"How do you know?" Maud cried.
"Of course it'll be no good."
"You don't know anything about it."
King put his cigar in his mouth, and it grew red in the dark. He took it away again. "Isn't Gregory the fellow with the pretty daughter?"
The old man began to chuckle34. "Huh, huh! I've heard more talk of Gregory's daughter these last two weeks than of his copper show. If the show is as good as the gal35, his fortune is made. She's a fetching little hussy." He wagged his head.
"You've seen her?" questioned Power.
"Three days back. I was down in the buggy looking at the pipe line. I told Maud about her. She's something in King's way. I hear he never misses anything."
King shrugged36 his shoulders. "My name gone, you may send me along the pipe line as soon as you like."
"Ye'll have to look sharp. Half the fellers on the lease know about her." The old man chuckled37 himself into the house.
"I want to see her," Maud cried. "Her fame has gone all over these parts. They say she[Pg 17] turned everyone's head Mount Milton way. Why are you so behindhand, Mr. King?"
"She has only been once to the store, and ill-luck kept me wrestling with accounts. Afterwards I heard she had passed through like some Royal Presence, moving so greatly every man under fifty that he gave up work for the afternoon."
"And," said Power, "my Mrs. Elliott's story is that Mick O'Neill, our head man, has lost his head over her."
King bowed reverently38 in the dark. "She must be wonderful—a poem of golden words, a melody of diamond notes. She must be fit to rank with those dead women generations of men have sung about. The Helen of Homer: Deirdre, princess of Ulster, whom four kings fought over, and for love of whom three brothers slew39 themselves: Poppæa, mistress of Nero, for whose bath five hundred asses40 let down their milk: a Ninon de l'Enclos, who rode abroad on early autumn mornings, while the poor brutal41 peasants covered themselves, believing an angel passed by. When I go down the pipe line, I shall take my fly-veil with me that my sight may not be destroyed."
"You may meet me there, with or without a veil," said Power.
"Don't count yet on going, Mr.-my-friend-Power," Maud Neville said. "I must look myself first."
"And now," said King, leaning heavily forward in his chair which creaked out loud, "I think it becomes me to salute42 such loveliness." He stretched a hand for the whisky and poured out a noble peg43.
"Hullo!"
"I want ye!"
Power got up. "I'll see what is wanted. But first our pledge."
The steps of Power died away, and King and Maud Neville were left alone. Nelson had died at last, and now the cornet asked, "Alice, where art thou?" One or two crickets beneath the house accompanied it. Presently King must have moved his chair, because there was a sudden creak.
"How many volumes?"
King shook his head. "You mock me. You think because my heart is widely proportioned, and because there are several little dead affairs stacked neatly46 on upper shelves, that each of those visitors cost nothing to admit, and that now one cannot be told from another. You are mistaken." Again he shook his head. "Each of those visitors left its footprints on the threshold, and memory can still find them in the dustiest, most forgotten corners. No, hide your smiles."
"Go on, you stupid, I love listening to you."
"Love comes always in the same way, whether it be the great affair that tramples47 ruthless and leaves us crushed on the road, or whether it arrives with hammer and chisel48, playfully to knock off a corner of the heart. For love flows forward in a ripple49 of waters over which pass sweetest breezes. So slowly it moves, so gently it rises, that one is lost ere the danger be discovered. In the first sprays that dash the drowner's mouth lie its best, its purest."
"And after?"
"Alas50! the tide brings refreshment51 with it, and lovers wake hungry, and what had seemed two shafts52 from heaven become a woman's eyes. And so the descent to earth is trod again in steps of kisses." He held out his arm. "Look at the moon slung53 there, a great silver platter! How many thousands of us have cried out for it? Yet it is only a barren mountain region, scarred and ugly. But we never learn this, because we do not draw near. Love is a mirage54. Love is the dancing of the marsh55 lights. Therefore pursue, but do not draw near. For once you touch the shining thing its glamour56 shall depart, and as the millstone of satiation it shall hang about your neck."
"But I understand you never practise your preaching."
"I am too eager in pursuit. I blunder on the shining thing, and then—" He shrugged his shoulders with infinite regret.
Maud Neville joined her hands behind her head. She frowned the least little bit. She spoke in a hurry.
"No, that's not love. That's anything you like; but it isn't love. Love is quite a different thing. Listen to me. Love is the eye that takes no sleep, the foot that knows no stony57 road, the heart that bleeds and feels no wound, the brain that always understands."
"I see," King said.
A second time they had nothing to say. As they sat thus, the breeze journeyed again down the valley. It stirred the hessian blinds against the fly-proof netting. It came through the open doorway58 at the verandah end, and moved the water-bags behind Neville's empty chair. The two opened their arms to it. It must have brought charity to the heart of Mr. Wells, for he packed up his cornet for the night: and it may have touched King's tongue with eloquence59. Soon it had gone by. But King got up and walked to the doorway to throw away his dead cigar. He stood there some while looking over the country, and the moonbeams revealed him a stout man, past first youth. Maud Neville fell to examining him. Now the cornet no more made plaint, complete silence waited on the night. Something moved her to break the spell.
"How still it is," she said. "How empty!"
The man at the doorway did not turn round; but he looked out into the open as though proving her words. "Still?" he said. His tongue strings60 were loosened. "Empty?" He pointed61 his hand. "Up there, this way, that way, hear the roar of worlds rolling through the crowded ways of space. Hear the bellowings of the furnaces, the shrieks62 of passage, the crash of collision! Worlds are growing fiery63 there, worlds are growing cold. Worlds are dying there. Worlds are finding new birth. The Angel of Life and his assistant the Angel of Death take no rest.
"Lift up your veil, O Night, for we would look in.
"Yes, joy is here, and sorrow is here; hunger is here and repletion64 is here; sin is here and righteousness here: hope and despair, love and hate, anger and forgiveness—all are here.
"The young lion roars in his triumph, and the old toothless lion has missed his kill. The nightingale sings from the cypress65; and the mouse is squeaking66 where the owl10 swooped67 down. In a hundred jungles the beast of prey68 fills himself; and in haunts of men the ravenous69 are abroad also. The lover cries that the couch is waiting, and in the shadow lurks70 the assassin. Where men are dying, mothers stand weeping; and mothers are writhing71 where men are being born. The student, pale with learning, trims his lamp and asks for the night to continue; and the tempest-torn mariner72 is praying for the dawn. The youngster smiles at his rosy73 dreams; and round his father breaks the shock of battle. The rich man toys with his heaped meats: and to a fireless garret has crept the pauper74. The statesman toils75 in his chamber76; and the well-dined burgher turns in his sleep. Age pulls the coverlet over a bony breast; and in the halls of vice13 youth spends its strength. In solitude77 the shepherd guards his flock; and in retreat no less lonely the miser78 counts his gold. And hairs are greying, and eyes are dimming, and babes are crowing. And voices are laughing, and voices are scolding, and voices are sobbing79. How empty the night is? How still the night is? No! How crowded! How deafening80!"
King came to a full stop. His hand fell to his side. He did not turn round, and presently he lit another cigar with irritating calm. All the while, the girl had not stirred in her chair. At last King moved from the doorway, and at the same time Neville sounded his stick in the house. He appeared on the verandah with Power behind. The old man was chuckling81 to himself and holding out some keys.
"Huh, huh! I may be wrong; but I think I'll settle that little crowd. See these? For the tanks. See 'em? I'll be along and fix them up right away. To-morrow you can watch them line up with their tongues out. Old Horrington can live on whisky for a while. It's done him before to-day. Mrs. Johnson can wash in last week's water. It'll make good soup for the baby. He, he! Huh, huh, huh!"
"What are you going to do, Father?"
"Lock the tanks, of course. What d'ye think I mean to do? Drink 'em dry?"
"You can't do that."
"Can't? I may be wrong, but I reckon I can." He wagged his head; and next gripped his stick and began to stamp down the verandah, but half way brought up short with a second nod. "Moon or no moon," he said, "I shall do better with a lantern where I'm going." He went indoors again.
At the same time King pulled out a watch. "I'll get back."
Maud from her chair called out to him. "Already, Mr. King? It's not late. Are you tired of us?"
"The night is getting cool, and I haven't slept for a week."
Power looked at the moon. "What's it? Ten?"
"Twenty to. We may get a change out of this."
"I don't think so," Power said.
"At least we'll hope next week is better," Maud cried. "Let's wish for a storm."
"And after it the flying ants?"
"Oh bother them!" Maud said. "Where's the romance of the wilderness82?"
King answered her. "Romance is somewhere just out of sight. Some day I shall sit in a cooler country, having forgotten the taste of heat and flies, and I shall start sighing for the old romantic days at Surprise. And now for a nightcap before bed."
"Mr. King, you are breaking rules."
"But this is Surprise and we are in the last week of October. Much can be forgiven when you live at Surprise during the last week of October."
"The rule is three, and that makes number five."
"Alas!"
"Well, never again."
King put down his empty glass. "Good night.
"Good night."
He went through the doorway into the open and down the steps. His footfalls crunched83 on the bed of the dry creek. The return of Neville overwhelmed them. The old man held a lighted lantern, and fumbled84 impatiently at the wick. "Where's King?" he demanded, lifting shaggy eyebrows over the top.
"Gone home a moment ago," Maud said.
"Er! I knew as much. He knows what he's about. I meant him to come with me."
"He's good company," Power said, settling again in the old seat.
"I love him," Maud said. "One moment he makes me laugh and the next he makes me think. I don't know yet whether he is a wise man or a mountebank85."
The old man snapped down the glass of the hurricane lamp.
"I heard tell he was a solicitor somewhere and got kicked out. As soon as he touches money he can't go straight. He would sell his mother up. Huh, huh! He's a gentleman to walk shy of while you've a few pounds to spare. Go to him for a goat, and he'll sell you one of mine. He has done business over half the fowls87 on the lease, though he never owned a feather. He, he! I can't help respecting his abilities. He's got a finger in most copper shows within fifty miles. The silly coves88 get him to draw up their agreements, and he takes care that his name comes in somewhere or other." Neville chuckled himself to the end of his tale, then said, "You had better be away, Power. I'm going to bed when I get back." He went through the door.
"Take care!" Maud called out.
"Er?"
"Take care."
A growl19 was her thanks. In course of time the old man had scrambled89 down the steps and across the creek.
"So much for our friend, John King," said Power.
At Surprise Valley the rule is early to bed. First chop the wood and milk the goats. Then soothe90 or slap the baby to sleep. After tea, a seat in the doorway and a smoke. After a smoke, an exchange of maledictions on the weather. The lamps in the tents begin to go out by nine o'clock. The frustrated91 moths92 and flying ants betake themselves elsewhere, and the mosquito sings a solo requiem93 in the dark. On cool nights and nights of breezes, the people of Surprise put out lights at even an earlier hour, for sleep is likely to prove kinder mistress. To-night already three parts of Surprise were sleeping. To be true, Mr. Wells was thinking of a last pipe; and Mr. Horrington, whisky bottle at elbow, was cogitating94 a nightcap. Also, a light burned yet in the latest rigged tent. Mr. Pericles Smith—travelling schoolmaster, arrived here on his rounds—after chopping the firewood, hunting the goats away, putting the kettle off the boil, and performing sundry95 other exercises, was snatching a few moments with the help of a candle at his monumental work on the aboriginal96 languages of Australia. Nowhere else lights pierced the walls. The moon fell over high land and low land, upon house and tent, and steeped in romance the dreary97 prospects98 of the day. The Man in the Moon looked down on a fairy city.
. . . . . . .
I have brought you now to the beginning of my chronicle: I have laid the stage and you are left with the chief players. The story is written in a thumbed volume of the Book of Life, and it is time to lift down the tome from its shelf. Look for no tremendous tale, for at Surprise the day wags through its journey as elsewhere—sorrow tastes as bitter here, pleasure drinks as sweetly, and the human heart beats time to old, old tunes99. Look for no great story then, for I have it not to tell—you are to find two lovers, you are to have the history of their loves, and learn how one was rude apprentice100 to the trade, and what apprenticeship101 had to teach him.
. . . . . . .
The man and woman on the verandah had tumbled into their own thoughts. But presently Power rose in his seat, and moved it beside Maud Neville. He sat down again—he leaned forward and raised one of her hands. Fingers closed on his own. "Kiss me, Maud," he said, in no more than a whisper.
He bent102 close over the girl. His face approached hers until he and she saw each other clearly in the dark. They kissed with much passion. As Maud released him, she touched his forehead with her lips.
"I thought we should never be left alone. I was getting disgusted and going home. I came with a lot to tell you. I was full of ideas, but you were bent on avoiding me."
"Poor fellow! As bad as that? You should have come earlier. I couldn't get up and leave the others, you silly. Mr. King doesn't come very often. What have you to say so important?"
"Maybe I'm not telling it now."
"This is it then. I can't wait longer. We have been engaged long enough. I want you to marry me—soon I mean, this month or next. Everything is ready over there. We'll choose a date to-night."
"And you are ready for Father?"
"He can't refuse again. We've waited so long."
"Perhaps."
"Then desperation will give me courage. Now for the promise."
Power leaned forward again. Their faces came close together. Her eyes were wide open and looked straight into his. Fondness appeared in them, deep as the sea. Power began again to speak.
"It has become so lonely over there. I think about you all day long. The house has grown miserable106. It has turned to a graveyard107. If you appeared there, things would become what they were. You must marry me soon. I have been too patient."
He stooped and, in place of speech, he began to kiss her hair, her face, her hands. Presently she put an arm about his neck, and kept him willing prisoner. "What about your promise?" he said once more.
She had not done with coquetry. "What makes you think I am so fond of you?"
"And don't you like me a little bit? A little bit?"
"Perhaps a little bit." She put both arms about his neck. "My good friend, you are everything in the world to me. My silly life begins and ends in you. This great love of mine has quite eaten me up. Why, what would I do without you. You came as a brand to a cold hearth108 and set it aflame. Something in my heart sings now all day long."
Passion came over them as a surge of the sea, as a storm of wind. They bent close to each other, thinking no thought. Their breaths mingled109. Their hearts marked one time.
At last she released her prisoner. Her eyes were shining in the dark. She began to speak in a low, eager voice. She might have been a messenger bringing glad tidings.
"You will never understand what this love has meant to me. You and I—we are different metals refining in the same furnace, and the fire does not treat us alike. My life at last has become easy to live. It is a simple and a grand thing. Think of Dingo Gap or Pelican Pool without sun or flies. Wouldn't they be wonderful places? Well, I find life changed as much as that. The little happenings no more have power to annoy. My eyes are strong to see straight ahead. In all matters I am undisturbed. This love of mine is a holy thing. It will brook110 no meanness. It will stoop to no crooked ways. Something cries out in my heart to grow and grow. I would bring you a wide-open mind. I would offer you a body as beautiful as that girl we talked of half-an-hour ago."
She began again. "And now, my good friend—yes, you who look at me so fondly—I am going to hurt you a little bit. I am going to tell you you have brought me my moments of sorrow. For a long time now I have known that your love and my love are of different kinds. Bad hours arrived for me once when an evil spirit whispered that you did not understand me, and therefore you could not truly love me. The whisperer said Nature demanded you should go hungering after a woman, and there was no choice but me. The whisperer said until you knew me, and demanded me because of your new knowledge, that my affections were anchored in the sands.
"But I have pushed aside the whisperer. I love you, and that is all that matters. For love knows nothing of hunger and unrest, of hope grown old and other miseries111. Love is the clear light, and those the winds that wrestle112 for it, that are not of it and can never hurt it. But you will not test my strength? Answer me. You will not test it?"
"No, my girl. But your words could be kinder. I have no quick tongue like yours to tell my tale. I know this, that I am weary of waiting for you. Don't let us waste more of life. We have the whole world to see, and when we have grown tired, we shall come back here. The old home I am so sick of will grow beautiful under your care. I shall ride away in the morning, knowing evening will find you waiting for me——"
"Yes, yes, I shall be waiting for you, and you will arrive hot and tired, and you will say 'I won't eat anything.' But I shall coax103 you. And later on we shall sit together in the light of this same old moon, which will have travelled round a few times more, and will have become a little paler with watching. And we shall talk about olden days. And then we shall begin to grow old together, and I shall count your first grey hairs and—why, Jim, you are laughing at me!"
"Am I? Then give me my promise, for I must go home."
"What am I to say, Jim? You know I want the marriage as much as you do. But father is an old man, and there is nobody but me to look after him. He wouldn't think of giving up the mine to live with us. If you like, we can ask him again to-night. Then if he says no, I shall stay with him a little longer, and at last we must tell him it is our turn to choose. That's fair, Jim, isn't it? No, don't look sulky. I am quite right."
"You won't always put it off like this? I am growing bad-tempered113 over there."
"You silly boy, you are only a few miles away. We see each other every week. But we may catch father in a soft moment. We must find him after he has locked the tanks. He'll be in such a good humour at the thought of a fight to-morrow, that he may say yes. Let's find him now. Go away, stupid, I want to get up."
Maud rose to her feet, shook out her dress, and pushed her hair out with her fingers. She kissed Power for the last time, and they went down the steps into the moonlight. She ran ahead, taking little heed114 of her footing. The stones in the creek were thick and rough, and she trod them with quick feet while Power crunched behind. The stable was not far away, and they followed the fence towards it. The horses stood together with drooped115 heads at the lower end of the yard. All this quarter of the camp was picked out plainly in the moonlight.
A figure moved about the stable. It was Neville back from his rounds. Maud nodded her head in his direction.
"There's father waiting for us," she said. "Now Mr.-my-friend-Jim, are you feeling as brave as you were?"
"You must look after me."
"Certainly not. I never pretended to be brave."
"I shall find courage somehow."
Old Neville's voice arrived. "Be smart ye two. You've been an awful time. I expected ye gone long ago, Power. That fool groom116 has jammed the door so as I can't get in. I'll let him hear about it to-morrow. See if you can do anything. He, he! ye'll have to do something, or ye'll go bareback home. What did ye want to come along for, Maud? Can't you let him alone for a minute? That's the way to sicken a man of ye." All three met outside the stable door. "D'ye see what I mean?" Neville said.
Power moved the door in course of time. The old man went in first with the lantern. "Take the saddle and hurry up. I want to get to bed."
Power carried the saddle to the fence. Maud had taken the bridle117 and had gone in search of the horse which knew her and would stand. In a little while she was leading it back. Power had taken his opportunity.
"Mr. Neville, Maud and I talked things over to-night, and we want to get married. You won't mind, I hope?"
The old man was rooting with his stick in a corner of the stable. "Er?" he said, looking up.
"We're thinking of getting married," Power said again louder.
"Have you still that in your heads? I told ye 'No' before. Here, come here. Look at that fellow! I'll fire him off the lease before he's any older. Look at him! Thrown it all in a corner. No, ye must wait. Ye're both young, and I'm an old man. Goodness! look here! Maud's an annoying girl, but I'd be put out without her. Here's the mare118. Come outside with ye. Maud, I hear you're on again about gettin' married. I won't have it. Ye've plenty of time for that sort of thing."
"You're not fair, father. You're not a bit fair. You won't listen to reason. You never discuss anything. I'm not a child still. When will you realize that?"
The old man lifted his shaggy eyebrows over the lantern. He seemed rather surprised. "Listen to reason! And you come to me when everyone is in bed. Ye call that reason! It's just like you. Bah!"
"Maud is right, Mr. Neville. You haven't been fair about this." Power's temper was never hard to discover, and Maud frowned him quiet. The old man looked at the ground, andscratched his head a moment or two and wagged it.
"I suppose, Power, ye'll be round in a day or two?"
"I'm bringing cattle through the end of this week."
"I'll talk about it then. Now be away with you. Come home, Maud."
The old man of Surprise blew out the lantern and began the journey to the house. Maud in meek119 mood followed him.
"Good night, Jim," were her last words.
"Good night," Power called back.
Power saddled the mare, and let down the slip-rail of the yard. His whip was coiled on his arm. In a moment he was mounted and had turned towards home.
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