"We shall never be able to get you out unseen, Jack," whispered Poll Maggot. The mode of destruction makes no difference. Mirages, over which he was constantly throwing bridges which were wasted efforts, since invariably they spanned solid ground. My nerves were in rags. " "On no account," rejoined Wood peremptorily.
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