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Bensington found himself, gun in hand, going hard through the pine trees
after a number of receding backs. It is curious that the thought
uppermost in his mind at that moment was the wish that his cousin Jane
could see him. His bulbous slashed boots flew out in wild strides, and
his face was distorted into a permanent grin, because that wrinkled his
nose and kept his glasses in place. Also he held the muzzle of his gun
projecting straight before him as he flew through the chequered
moonlight. The man who had run away met them full tilt--he had dropped
his gun.
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Hullo," said Cossar, and caught him in his arms. "What's this?"
They came out together," said the man.
The rats?"
Yes, six of them."
Where's Flack?"
Down."
What's he say?" panted Bensington, coming up, unheeded.
Flack's down?"
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