Keeping to the shadow of the house, he crept forward until he could see better without, he hoped, being seen. Grasping one of chairs about the little table, he drew it forward and sat astride it, in a fashion as insolent as it was unexpected. So far he had not stirred; from his bloodless lips had come no sound. Marines. But I've an old friend on the way here, and he knows the game down there.
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