his enemy's lips and moistened them. The touch of the cool water was too much; with a feverish grasp the half-dead man seized the bag and drank greedily. Then, with a wild laugh, he fell back insensible. "Is it too late, I wonder?" thought Manning, looking at him. It was not too late for his life;…
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his enemy's lips and moistened them. The touch of the cool water was too much; with a feverish grasp the half-dead man seized the bag and drank greedily. Then, with a wild laugh, he fell back insensible. "Is it too late, I wonder?" thought Manning, looking at him. It was not too late for his life; but his reason never quite recovered. Ever since he has been haunted by the nightmare of that dreadful tramp through the waterless desert, with the avenger ever dogging his footsteps. THE RUMFORD PLAINS TRAGEDY I. Statement Made By Gilbert Vaughan, Manager of the L.S.D. Bank, Wattleville. IT was a serious difficulty, and had occurred so.
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