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familiar, half-familiar, about the faint,
volcanic shout: some accent she seemed to
have heard before? And yet--and yet,
not quite that, either!
"My word! Some puir body's hur-rted
bad--ba-ad--like a toad under a harrow,"
grunted Andrew, and scrambled hastily on
over a gray barrier of rocks,--the girls
following.
Once again it limped painfully up to
them, the cry, like a visible, broken thing.
"Help--h-help, I say!" Then, feebly,
in rock-bitten echo: "Help!"