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He glanced toward the sleeping forms of the five scowmen and shuddered.
2
And she noted the difference in the attitude of the scowmen toward these two leaders.
3
The scowmen distributed themselves among the pieces in more or less comfortable attitudes and slept.
4
No longer the form of Vermilion appeared couchant, tense; and, among the scowmen, one laughed.
5
Instead, the man crouched silent, scowling, with his gaze fixed upon the forms of the scowmen.
6
When they had landed, Lapierre issued a few terse orders, and the scowmen leaped to his bidding.
7
The resolute lips drooped, a hot salt tear blurred Vermilion's camp-fire and distorted the figures of the gambling scowmen.
8
Her eyes flashed over the swarthy, villainous faces of the scowmen, and the seriousness of the situation dawned upon her.
9
Vermilion leaped ashore, followed by the scowmen, and Chloe assisted Big Lena with the still unconscious form of Harriet Penny.
10
As boss of Pierre Lapierre's scowmen, a tool of a master mind, a unit of a system, he had prospered.
11
Uttering a loud cry of fear, one of the scowmen dashed into the bush, closely followed by two of his companions.
12
Beyond, upon the gravel, the fires of the scowmen flamed red, and threw wavering reflections upon the black water of the river.
13
Then he hastened southward to overtake his scowmen, who were toiling at the track-lines somewhere among the turbulent rapids of the Slave.
14
Vermilion was waiting for her as he watched the scowmen breaking open the freight pieces and making up hurried trail-packs of provisions.
15
The fainter and farther away the scowmen's curses drifted, the higher Mr. Bixby lifted his voice and the weightier his adjectives grew.
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He glanced toward the sleeping forms of the five scowmen and shuddered.