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226 when I thought o' that mixture, my heart kind of rose in my throat.

We did n't get away too early. Our dugout had a start, but soon we made out a war-canoe putting after us.

"Can they overhaul us?" I asks the Cook.

"No, sah!" he says, positive-like, and with a grin. "You jest wait till that p'ison git a fa'r chance!"

And by the time they got within hailin' distance, most o' the paddlers had keeled over, one by one, into the hold o' their canoe.