His face turned a dark crimson. There were a few loose, broken fragments of rock to reckon with upon the ledges, and one place where hands did as much work as toes. "Breathe at this phial," said Winifred. Barleycorn had sent to the mat for the count of nine: unless the young fool's daddy had a bundle of coin. CHAPTER XXIII.
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