Jack paused, and seemed to see us for the first time. Then, with a quick shake of his head, he made as if to pass on. But he had only gone a step or two when Jim's hand fell on his shoulder and spun him round. "Let me go, confound you!" muttered the boy. "All in good time, old man," said Jim in the same quiet voice. "Just at the moment I think a little talk will clear the air." He forced Jack to a seat between us, and suddenly put his hand into the boy's coat pocket. "This won't help, Jack," he said a little sternl…
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