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“Not you!  Not you!  Harry!”  He gripped me by the arm, and,
ducking his head, fairly charged me past the ’longshoremen and
out through the doorway into the street.  As we gained it I
heard the stranger in the taproom behind me break into a high,
cackling laugh.    All the drunkenness had gone out of Captain
Danny.  Gripping my arm, he steered me rapidly through the knots
of loafers, up Market Strand into the crowded Fore Street,
across it and up the hill towards open country, taking the
ascent with long strides which forced me now and again into a
run.  Twice or thrice I glanced up at his face, for I was
scared, and badly scared.  His mouth worked, and I observed
small beads of sweat on his shaven upper lip; but he kept his
eyes fastened straight ahead, and paid no heed to me.  At the
head of the street the town melted off into a suburb of
scattered houses, modest domiciles of twenty-five pounds or
thirty pounds rentals, detached, each with its gar