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THE TRUMP CARD
"We've got to!" McKinnon said, doggedly.
"But where could we go? Where could we find safety?" she demanded, as her hopeless and unhappy eyes swept the inhospitable country that confronted them. In all that country, she knew, there was not a hamlet or town, not a valley or jungle, that could offer them safety. There was not a square mile of it, outside the beleaguered walls of Guariqui itself, that would offer them harbour.
"We're going to Giuiriqui to-night—you and I!" said McKinnon, meeting her wondering gaze with his clear and steadfast eyes.
