Suddenly his voice came urgently calling through the darkness, “Bring the rifle, Harry.” “What is it?” Harry asked when he got there. “I think it was an animal. I didn’t see anything, but just as I neared the bank it took off running.” “Sure it was an animal?” “It ran like something with two feet. I think it was a person. The Xavantes may be here.”
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