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"What's to be done now, father," said Jack in a low, quick voice; "the road's clean gone. We're trapped."
Both stepped forward and looked over the edge of the sheer descent where the road ended. A broad torrent foamed along fifty feet below. The side of the precipice fell away to the stream as smooth as a wall. It rose above them just as smooth.