Let me go my own way towards them. Kneebone," observed Shotbolt, as he emptied his tenth tumbler; "I'm sure he's meditating an escape, and hopes to accomplish it to-night. CHAPTER XXIII. To—to find myself. From the white beach the palms ran in serried rows quarter of a mile inland, then began a jungle of bamboo, gum-tree, sandalwood, plantain, huge fern, and choking grasses. While this was effected, intelligence was brought that a formidable mob was pouring down Field Lane, the end of which was barricaded. "Do you submit?" interrogated Wild. Activity in the hall intensified.
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