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 Pete Coffey now took up a kerosene lamp and some matches, but he did not strike a light.
He dropped down on his knees at the back of the cabin, and ran his hand over the boards.
Presently he shoved one aside, and then another, and another.
"Now, one of you come here," he said.
Barney was quickly at his side.
"Let me aim you right," s