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The hapless master of "Delsrop" paced his dining-hall in a rare conflict of emotions. The wine gleamed on the table; but none was there to call a toast in it. His hospitality was abused; his company retired; and he was audibly cursing that cantrip of Fortune that had endowed him with a wilderness and a party of lunatics and cut-throats to people it, and had made of it at the same time a perfect purgatory of misunderstanding.
"Now," he groaned to himself, "if I am not in the mind to call in Jack Fern and his gang to resolve a problem that gets beyond me!"