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his camera. Although dizzy with pain, he turned 

 his head to watch it. 



A curious seal, that ! 



Crawling more nimbly than is the nature of a 

 seal, it passed sv/iftly across the beach and hid in 

 the bushes. 



A seal hiding in bushes? 



Shan puzzled vaguely over this, in a half dream- 

 ing way. Then a sharp whisper caught his ear. 



^'Shan!" 



He was alert in an instant. 



Eaising his unhurt right hand, he moved it 

 slowly from side to side to show that he heard. 



For answer, an automatic pistol was put into 

 his hand, and the Feather Man sidled out of the 

 bushes and lay beside him. 



In tense whispers, Shan told of his injury and of 

 Ned Thompson's brutality. The Feather Man 

 clicked his teeth in anger as he heard that the lad 

 had lain with a broken wrist untended, for four 

 days, with little food and less water. 



**Can you use your right hand to shoot?" was 

 all the other asked. 



*'Yes," said Shan grimly. 



*'IVe wirelessed the revenue cutter from the 

 nearest point," the Feather Man said, *'and she's 



