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"
Who
?
Masther
Maurice
?
Thin
the
Lord
be
thanked
--
"
"
Wagh
!
thur
's
no
time
to
thank
him
now
.
Get
a
blanket
an
some
pieces
o
'
horse-hide
thong
.
Ye
kin
do
it
while
I
catch
up
the
ole
maar
.
Quick
!
Helf
an
hour
lost
,
an
we
may
be
too
late
!
"
"
Half-an-hour
lost
,
and
we
may
be
too
late
!
"
They
were
the
last
words
of
the
hunter
,
as
he
hurried
away
from
the
hut
.
They
were
true
,
except
as
to
the
time
.
Had
he
said
half-a-minute
,
he
would
have
been
nearer
the
mark
.
Even
at
the
moment
of
their
utterance
,
the
man
,
whose
red
writing
had
summoned
assistance
,
was
once
more
in
dread
danger
--
once
more
surrounded
by
the
coyotés
.
But
it
was
not
these
he
had
need
to
fear
.
A
far
more
formidable
foe
was
threatening
his
destruction
.
Maurice
Gerald
--
by
this
time
recognised
as
the
man
in
the
cloak
and
Panama
hat
--
after
doing
battle
with
the
wolves
,
as
already
described
,
and
being
rescued
by
his
faithful
Tara
,
had
fought
repose
in
sleep
.
With
full
confidence
in
the
ability
of
his
canine
companion
to
protect
him
against
the
black
birds
,
or
the
more
dangerous
quadrupeds
,
with
which
he
had
been
in
conflict
,
he
soon
found
,
and
for
several
hours
enjoyed
it
.
He
awoke
of
his
own
accord
.
Finding
his
strength
much
restored
,
he
once
more
turned
his
attention
to
the
perils
that
surrounded
him
.
The
dog
had
rescued
him
from
the
jackals
,
and
would
still
protect
him
against
their
attacks
,
should
they
see
fit
to
renew
it
.
But
to
what
end
?
The
faithful
creature
could
not
transport
him
from
the
spot
;
and
to
stay
there
would
be
to
die
of
hunger
--
perhaps
of
the
wounds
he
had
received
?
