CHAPTER VXIII
"SOMETHING HAPPENS"
MARK'S policy of "keeping on going till something happens" had so far been the one they had followed during this adventure, and so far it had worked, if not rapidly, fairly well. There really seemed to be nothing else to do. If they had been equipped with knowledge of the country and the language, or either separately, the plan of action could have been very different.
Mark thought it all out again, soberly, as he sat on watch beneath the stars. The baby, he admitted, certainly didn't simplify matters, but then, she was very unassuming, apparently, and surely could be easily disposed of in that "big town" which Mark forever hoped to reach.
The Sham-Poo swung a little, pointing her stumpy mast to first one star, then another. Mark looked up affectionately at her dark,
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