There was a lapse of time, an interval of blackness; then he found his hand in hers and she was leading him at a run up the side of the mountain. " "My son!" echoed the widow, trembling. Capes, do you think. " "That child may be the means of saving me," muttered the stranger, as if struck by a new idea: "I shall gain time by the expedient. Mirages, over which he was constantly throwing bridges which were wasted efforts, since invariably they spanned solid ground. The three young men exchanged expressive glances.
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