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"
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
said
the
captain
.
"
Are
you
going
to
turn
them
off
?
"
"
Off
?
"
The
captain
looked
faintly
surprised
.
"
It
never
entered
my
mind
.
"
"
You
’
re
not
taking
them
back
with
us
?
"
"
No
,
it
would
be
useless
.
"
"
You
mean
you
’
re
going
to
leave
them
here
,
like
that
,
as
they
are
!
"
The
captain
handed
Williamson
a
gun
.
"
If
you
can
do
anything
about
this
,
you
’
re
a
better
man
than
I
.
"
Five
minutes
later
Williamson
returned
from
the
hut
,
sweating
.
"
Here
,
take
your
gun
.
I
understand
what
you
mean
now
.
I
went
in
the
hut
with
the
gun
.
One
of
the
daughters
smiled
at
me
.
So
did
the
others
,
The
wife
offered
me
a
cup
of
tea
.
Lord
,
it
’
d
be
murder
!
"
Wilder
nodded
.
"
There
’
ll
never
be
anything
as
fine
as
them
again
.
They
’
re
built
to
last
;
ten
,
fifty
,
two
hundred
years
.
Yes
,
they
’
ve
as
much
right
to
—
to
life
as
you
or
I
or
any
of
us
.
"
He
knocked
out
his
pipe
.
"
Well
,
get
aboard
.
We
’
re
taking
off
.
This
city
’
s
done
for
,
we
’
ll
not
be
using
it
.
"
It
was
late
in
the
day
.
A
cold
wind
was
rising
.
The
men
were
aboard
.
The
captain
hesitated
.
Williamson
said
,
"
Don
’
t
tell
me
you
’
re
going
back
to
say
—
good
-
by
—
to
them
?
"
