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The Starlight

           

           Theropecameintightandstrained;andringafterringwascoileduponthebarrelofthewindlass,andalleyeswerefastenedonthepit.Thesoberedmanwasbroughtupandleapedoutbrisklyonthegrass.Therewasanuniversalcryof‘Aliveordead?’andthenadeep,profoundhush.

           Whenhesaid‘Alive!’agreatshoutaroseandmanyeyeshadtearsinthem.

           ‘Buthe’shurtverybad,’headded,assoonashecouldmakehimselfheardagain.‘Where’sdoctor?He’shurtsoverybad,sir,thatwedonnohowtogethimup.’

           Theyallconsultedtogether,andlookedanxiouslyatthesurgeon,asheaskedsomequestions,andshookhisheadonreceivingthereplies.Thesunwassettingnow;andtheredlightintheeveningskytouchedeveryfacethere,andcausedittobedistinctlyseeninallitsraptsuspense.

           Theconsultationendedinthemenreturningtothewindlass,andthepitmangoingdownagain,carryingthewineandsomeothersmallmatterswithhim.Thentheothermancameup.Inthemeantime,underthesurgeon’sdirections,somemenbroughtahurdle,onwhichothersmadeathickbedofspareclothescoveredwithloosestraw,whilehehimselfcontrivedsomebandagesandslingsfromshawlsandhandkerchiefs.

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