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Mr. Brookbine secured the door of the ice-house, and put the key into his pocket. The interior was ventilated for the benefit of the provisions that were kept on the ice when the steamer was on a long cruise, but there was no window or other opening which would admit a particle of light.
"What's the trouble, Mr. Brookbine? " asked Jepson the engineer, who was the master-machinist and an instructor of the school.