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Rough-garbed and soiled from his efforts, Stirling led the way aft to the large cabin of the Pole Star, then turned and held the curtain back for Helen Marr. He bowed as she passed through and stood staring at the prone form of the Frisco dock rat.
"I'll attend to him, miss," declared Stirling. "Did he insult you?"
The girl flushed slightly,