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Page 178 . . . A mantle of silence loomed over the camp. Fog drifted wraithlike on the forest floor. In the hour before midnight crickets and night birds ceased their incessant twittering, croaking tree frogs quieted, low clouds slipped away and stars shone brightly in a black sky.
The loiterer turned up his coat collar and shrank into the depths of a snake-
Page 182 . . . “Where is Lieutenant Morenger?” La Salle demanded, striding toward L’Archeveque.
Warily, La Salle eyed him, tightening the space separating them, “Liar! I insist you tell me where he has gone.”
Big Pierre Duhaut stepped out of his ambush, the blood-
Page 242 . . . A red-