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ave to hurry along now--must be in town not later than nine o'clock this morning. I'll take him with me. No, don't worry--I can handle him easily. It's a bit of a walk to the village, but that will only help to quiet him down. I'll be back to-morrow; meanwhile you'll be able to sleep soundly unless--" He checked, frowning thoughtfully. "Unless what?" Ember jerked his head to indicate the prisoner. "Of course, this isn't by any chance the fellow you mixed it up with over on the beach--and so forth?" "Nothing like him." "Queer. I can't find any trace of him--the other one--nor can I account for him. He doesn't seem to fit in anywhere. However"--his expression lightened--"I daresay you were right; he's probably only some idle, light-fingered prowler. I'd keep my eyes open for him, but I don't really believe you need worry much." Within ten minutes he was off on his lonely tramp through two miles of woodland and as many more of little travelled country road, at dead of night, with a madman in handcuffs for sole company. XIII OFFSHORE "You ask me, I think very excellent damn quick cure." Sum Fat having for the third time since morning anointed with liniment and massaged Whitaker's ankle, tenderly adjusted and laced the makeshift canvas brace, drew a sock over it, and then with infinite care inserted the foot in a high-cut canvas tennis shoe. He stood up, beaming. Whitaker extended his leg and cast a critical eye over the heavily bandaged ankle. "Anyway," he observed, "the effect is arresting. I look like a half Clydesdale." Sum Fat's eyes clouded, then again gleamed with benevolent interest. "You take it easy one day or two--no walk much--just loaf--no go see pretty ladies--" "Go 'way, you heathen--go clean your teeth!" cried Whitaker, indignantly. "--and I think be all well and sound," concluded Sum Fat. He waddled away, chuckling. Waiting till he was well out of sight, Whitaker got up, and with the aid of a cane made a number of tentative experiments in the gentle art of short-distance pedestrianism. The results were highly satisfactory: he felt little or no pain, thanks to Sum Fat's ice-packs and assiduous attentions in general; and was hampered in free movement solely by the stiff brace and high-laced shoe. On the other hand, he felt that the advice to which he had just listened was sound; it would be unwise to attempt a neighbourly call within at least another twent
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