“What information did you get over on Tiger Island?” asked Lanier, cleverly. There was new calm to the boy’s pride in this aspect of his skulking flight. He dropped down on the grass. “All Welper’s Orizava gang are there,” he said. “I didn’t understand why they built the shanty and the saw-mill until I talked to my sister last night.” “Have they a saw-mill, too?” “Yes, a steam one. They are cutting pines—for cofferdams and caissons, I suppose. . . . You know that, after all, the _Red Moon_ probably is lying off Pla…
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