They're on the forward lounge in the saloon. ‘Go on up to the boy, my dear. "Good-b'ye, Jack," said Figg, putting on his hat. A chain, riveted to an iron belt encircling her waist, bound her to the wall. If he had nothing to tell her, she had nothing to ask.
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