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Late one warm afternoon in January, when Shafto was unusually busy on the Pagoda wharf-consignments of paddy were coming in thick and fast-suddenly, above the din of steam winches and donkey engines, there arose a great shouting, and he beheld an immense cloud of white dust rolling rapidly in his direction.
"Look out, it's a runaway!" roared a neighbouring worker. "By George, they'll all be in the river!"