“What?” said Agatha. “I wish,” said I, “you wouldn’t attempt the pass. The Roquefort ’ll never do it under a week.” “One full day,” said Agatha stoutly. “I’ll take your figure,” said I. “Call it one day. You won’t call it that by sundown, but let that pass. One day. That means that to-morrow we’ll have to leave her out and make our way back to Lally to spend the night.” Agatha shook her fair head. “The thing to do is to wait till the weather’s more cool. Then we’ll get up at dawn one morning and do the trick. I rat…
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