Hanging on the wall was a temple censer, bronze, moulded in the shape of a lotus blossom with stem and leaves—deadly as a club. "Fly, Captain, fly!" vociferated Blueskin; "I shan't be able to keep these devils down. Both the janizary and the skipper arose as the others entered the room. Your laugh reminds me of—of——" "Whose, Sir?" demanded Jackson, becoming suddenly grave.
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