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"Are you going over to Halaliko to-night, Prout? " asked Sherard, walking up to where his manager and Marie sat enjoying the cool of the evening. He threw himself in a cane chair beside them and puffed away at his cheroot, playing the while with the little Mercedes.
"Yes, I might as well go to-night and see how the Burtons have got on," and Prout arose and went to the stables.