CHAPTER TWELVE Cry of the Hunters Ralph lay in a covert, wondering ...

breathed round the death rock and flowered into a field of whiteness. Ralph crawled until he found the ledge of the entry in his grasp. The lookouts were immediately above him and he could see the end of a spear projecting over the rock. He called very gently. "Samneric--" There was no reply. To carry he must speak louder; and this would rouse ... ................
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