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218 glimpses of a great white star that  hung in the sky above the tree-tops. When a quarter of an hour had passed in cautious  progress, he told himself that at last he had  succeeded in making his escape, and that, unless he was so unfortunate as to fall into the  hands of a scouting party by daylight, he  should be within sight of an English settlement.