The voices went into his ears but left no impression of their import. There was a lock, apparently more than a foot wide, strongly plated, and girded to the door with thick iron hoops. He got out in much the same way from the Gatehouse,—stole the keys, and passed through a room where I was sitting half-asleep in a chair. Mike was showing his territorial instincts, brought out by the fact that he was drunk. I won't have a beachcomber on the island.
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