I hear the sound of his horse's feet in the yard. Twelve years, then, have elapsed since the date of the occurrences detailed in the preceding division of this history. I've watched this lad—this Sheppard—from infancy; and, though I have apparently concerned myself little about him, I have never lost sight of my purpose. CHAPTER III. When he saw, his roars could be heard across the lagoon. The watcher's intake of breath was sibilant. " "Here are your despatches," said Jonathan with a significant look, and giving him a sealed packet.
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