"Such was Jack Chanty, sprawling on his little raft" . . . . . .
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"Tempted by the hand that lay on the ground beside him, he caught it up
and pressed it to his lips"
"He's not here!" she cried hysterically
"F. G." he said grimly, "Francis Garrod"
"Come and get me, white man!" cried Jean Paul, over his shoulder