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The
other
,
always
working
and
working
his
dry
lips
and
turning
his
eyes
restlessly
about
him
far
and
near
,
did
at
last
turn
them
for
a
moment
on
the
speaker
,
with
the
words
,
"
You
are
not
much
to
look
at
,
"
and
with
a
half
-
taunting
glance
at
the
bound
hands
.
At
that
point
,
my
convict
became
so
frantically
exasperated
,
that
he
would
have
rushed
upon
him
but
for
the
interposition
of
the
soldiers
.
"
Didn
’
t
I
tell
you
,
"
said
the
other
convict
then
,
"
that
he
would
murder
me
,
if
he
could
?
"
And
any
one
could
see
that
he
shook
with
fear
,
and
that
there
broke
out
upon
his
lips
curious
white
flakes
,
like
thin
snow
.
"
Enough
of
this
parley
,
"
said
the
sergeant
.
"
Light
those
torches
.
"
As
one
of
the
soldiers
,
who
carried
a
basket
in
lieu
of
a
gun
,
went
down
on
his
knee
to
open
it
,
my
convict
looked
round
him
for
the
first
time
,
and
saw
me
.
I
had
alighted
from
Joe
’
s
back
on
the
brink
of
the
ditch
when
we
came
up
,
and
had
not
moved
since
.
I
looked
at
him
eagerly
when
he
looked
at
me
,
and
slightly
moved
my
hands
and
shook
my
head
.
I
had
been
waiting
for
him
to
see
me
that
I
might
try
to
assure
him
of
my
innocence
.
It
was
not
at
all
expressed
to
me
that
he
even
comprehended
my
intention
,
for
he
gave
me
a
look
that
I
did
not
understand
,
and
it
all
passed
in
a
moment
.
But
if
he
had
looked
at
me
for
an
hour
or
for
a
day
,
I
could
not
have
remembered
his
face
ever
afterwards
,
as
having
been
more
attentive
.
The
soldier
with
the
basket
soon
got
a
light
,
and
lighted
three
or
four
torches
,
and
took
one
himself
and
distributed
the
others
.
It
had
been
almost
dark
before
,
but
now
it
seemed
quite
dark
,
and
soon
afterwards
very
dark
.
Before
we
departed
from
that
spot
,
four
soldiers
standing
in
a
ring
,
fired
twice
into
the
air
.
Presently
we
saw
other
torches
kindled
at
some
distance
behind
us
,
and
others
on
the
marshes
on
the
opposite
bank
of
the
river
.
"
All
right
,
"
said
the
sergeant
.
"
March
.
"
We
had
not
gone
far
when
three
cannon
were
fired
ahead
of
us
with
a
sound
that
seemed
to
burst
something
inside
my
ear
.
"
You
are
expected
on
board
,
"
said
the
sergeant
to
my
convict
;
"
they
know
you
are
coming
.
Don
’
t
straggle
,
my
man
.
Close
up
here
.
"
The
two
were
kept
apart
,
and
each
walked
surrounded
by
a
separate
guard
.
I
had
hold
of
Joe
’
s
hand
now
,
and
Joe
carried
one
of
the
torches
.
Mr
.
Wopsle
had
been
for
going
back
,
but
Joe
was
resolved
to
see
it
out
,
so
we
went
on
with
the
party
.
There
was
a
reasonably
good
path
now
,
mostly
on
the
edge
of
the
river
,
with
a
divergence
here
and
there
where
a
dike
came
,
with
a
miniature
windmill
on
it
and
a
muddy
sluice
-
gate
.
When
I
looked
round
,
I
could
see
the
other
lights
coming
in
after
us
.
The
torches
we
carried
dropped
great
blotches
of
fire
upon
the
track
,
and
I
could
see
those
,
too
,
lying
smoking
and
flaring
.
I
could
see
nothing
else
but
black
darkness
.
Our
lights
warmed
the
air
about
us
with
their
pitchy
blaze
,
and
the
two
prisoners
seemed
rather
to
like
that
,
as
they
limped
along
in
the
midst
of
the
muskets
.
We
could
not
go
fast
,
because
of
their
lameness
;
and
they
were
so
spent
,
that
two
or
three
times
we
had
to
halt
while
they
rested
.
After
an
hour
or
so
of
this
travelling
,
we
came
to
a
rough
wooden
hut
and
a
landing
-
place
.
There
was
a
guard
in
the
hut
,
and
they
challenged
,
and
the
sergeant
answered
.
Then
,
we
went
into
the
hut
,
where
there
was
a
smell
of
tobacco
and
whitewash
,
and
a
bright
fire
,
and
a
lamp
,
and
a
stand
of
muskets
,
and
a
drum
,
and
a
low
wooden
bedstead
,
like
an
overgrown
mangle
without
the
machinery
,
capable
of
holding
about
a
dozen
soldiers
all
at
once
.
Three
or
four
soldiers
who
lay
upon
it
in
their
great
-
coats
were
not
much
interested
in
us
,
but
just
lifted
their
heads
and
took
a
sleepy
stare
,
and
then
lay
down
again
.
The
sergeant
made
some
kind
of
report
,
and
some
entry
in
a
book
,
and
then
the
convict
whom
I
call
the
other
convict
was
drafted
off
with
his
guard
,
to
go
on
board
first
.
My
convict
never
looked
at
me
,
except
that
once
.
While
we
stood
in
the
hut
,
he
stood
before
the
fire
looking
thoughtfully
at
it
,
or
putting
up
his
feet
by
turns
upon
the
hob
,
and
looking
thoughtfully
at
them
as
if
he
pitied
them
for
their
recent
adventures
.
Suddenly
,
he
turned
to
the
sergeant
,
and
remarked
—
"
I
wish
to
say
something
respecting
this
escape
.
It
may
prevent
some
persons
laying
under
suspicion
alonger
me
.
