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R was "just dog." But when at last he saw the strong shoulders of the
grim-faced stranger shaking over Peter's paralyzed body and listened to
the sobbing grief that broke in passionate protest from his white lips,
he drew back a little awed. It seemed for a time that Peter was dead;
and in those moments Jolly Roger put his arms about him and buried his
despairing face in Peter's scraggly neck, calling in a wild fit of
anguish for him to come back, to live, to open his eyes again. Boileau,
crossing himself