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THE LAST CRUISE OF THE SPITFIRE;
do to get my breath. The room swam round and round before my eyes.
"Give up that letter and the money and papers you took!"
"Help! Help!"
I could cry no longer. My senses were fast leaving me. Would no one come to my assistance?
"We'll see who is master! If you don't give"
My uncle did not finish his speech, for at that instant the door was flung open, and a tall, powerful man stood in the doorway.
"Here! let up there!" he commanded. "What are you doing, Stillwell? Who's that on the floor? Great buckwheat, if it ain't Luke Foster!"
I listened in amazement as well as delight. The newcomer was Mr. John Banker!
