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Chapter 201
Chapter 17 The knowledge of the torment he was inflicting made the eye of Black Gandil bright with triumph. He continued, and now every man in the room was sitting up, alert, with gloomy eyes fixed upon Pierre: "Patterson is the first, but he ain't the last. He's just the start. Who's next?" He looked slowly around. "Is it you, Bud, or you, Phil, or you, Jim, or maybe me?" And Pierre said: "What makes you think you know that trouble's coming, Morgan?" "Because my blood runs cold in me when I look at you." Red Pierre grew rigid and straightened in a way they knew. "Damn you, Gandil, I've borne with you and your croaking too long, d'ye hear? Too long, and I'll hear no more of it, understand?" "Why not? You'll hear from me every time I sight you in the offing. You c'n lay to t
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