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A dishevelled figure stood by the boxes, revolver in hand--it was Bridgers, the man he had left strapped and bound in the "ambulance-room," and Beale cursed the folly which had induced him to leave the revolver behind.
"I'll fix you--you brute!" screamed Bridgers, "get away from him --ah!"