S I L E N T S C O T

In an hour they were on Andy's trail, and were racing like mad for the eastern gate. They made a brief stop at dark to light torches of pitchy wood and then rode on again, a wild army of flame lighting and defying the unknown dark of the hills, the glare of their torches casting a panorama of eerie and fantastic shadows on the antique rock. ................
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