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While Maskull sat, Corpang walked restlessly to and fro, swinging his arms. He had lost his staff. His face was inflamed with suppressed impatience, which accentuated its natural coarseness. At last he stopped short in front of Maskull and looked down at him. "What do you intend to do?"
Maskull glanced up and idly waved his hand toward the distant mountains. "Since we can't walk, we must wait."