Hal recoveredand stared coldly into his eyes. Who are your witnesses? Weare! they replied, with a single voice. The Dutchman'seyes flew wide open with shock, then his legs buckled under him and hetoppled face down on the deck. He flung himself to the ground androlled behind the trunk of a tall wild fig tree.
All were part of the hidden choir in this temple of Pan. He had been challenged so the choice of weapons was his. He was four or five yearsof age, dressed in a plain white cotton shift and his feet were bare. When at last he left, taking all Hal's newly acquired finery with him,Hal could barely wait to set the locking bar across his door, and kneelat the bulkhead.
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