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How much did Renton know? Bath asked himself the question again and again. The question was very difficult to answer. It was hardly possible to suppose that Renton's presence here just now was due to a mere coincidence. And yet there was nothing antagonistic about the intruder.
He sat there under the brilliant rays of the swinging lamp in the cabin smoking tranquilly, and remarking that the wind was getting up, and they were likely to have a rough night of it.