Payne County Farmer. (Yale, Okla.), Vol. 3, No. 47, Ed. 1 Wednesday, July 12, 1911 Page: 3 of 8
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Philip Cayley, accused of a crime ot
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he la not guilty, realgna from the
rmy lh disgrace and his affection for
Is friend, Lieut. Perry Hunter, turns to
atred. Cayley seeks solitude, where he
perfects a flying machine. While soaring
•ver the Arctic regions, he picks up a
curiously shaped stick he had seen In the
Assassin's hand. Mounting again, he dis-
covers a yacht anchored In the bay. De-
scending near the steamer, he meets a
girl on an Ice floe. He learns that the
girl's name Is Jeanne Fielding and that
the yacht has come north to seek eigne
of her father, Captain Fielding, an arctic
explorer. A party from the yacht Is ma-
king search ashore. After Cayley departs
Jeanne finds that he had dropped a cu-
xlously-shaped stick. Captain Planck and
•ths surviving crew of his wrecksd whaler
grs In hiding on the coast. A giant ruf-
fian named Roscoe, had murdered Field
Ing and his two companions, after the ex-
plorer had revealed the location of an
enormous ledge of pure gold. Roscoe then
took command of the party. It develops
that the ruffian had committed the mur-
der witnessed by Cayley. Roscoe plana
to capture the yacht and escape with a
big load of gold. Jeanne tella Fanshaw,
cwper of the yacht, about the visit of the
eky-man and shows him the etlck left by
'Cayley. Fanshaw declares that It Is an
SEsklmo throwing-stick, used to shoot
darfs. Tom Fanshaw returns from the
searching party with a sprained ankle.
JPerry Hunter Is found murdered and
•Cayley Is accused of the crime but Jeanne
(believes him Innocent. A relief party goes
to find the searchers. Tom professes his
'love for Jeanne. She rows ashore and
•enters an abandoned hut, and there finds
her father’s diary, which discloses the ex-
plorer's suspicion of Roscoe. The ruf-
fian returns to the hut and sees Jeanne.
He la Intent on murder, when the sky-
man swoops down and the ruffian flees.
Jeanne gives Cayley her father's diary
to read. The yacht disappears and Ros-
■coe’s plans to capture It are revealed.
Jeanne's only hope Is In Cayley. The
Aerlousneas of their situation becomes ap-
parent to Jeanne and the sky-man. Cay-
ley kills a polar bear. Next he flnds a
•clue to the hiding place of the etoree.
A cellar In the hut has a chlmney-Uke
hole leading up through the Ice to an ob-
servatory where Captain Fielding had
bidden supplies.
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CHAPTER XVI—Continued.
about, and—Jeanne, It was no base-
less terror, no product of the twilight
and the fact that you were far from
home. There was something there,
slipping along from the shelter of one
boulder to that of another. I found
the tracks in the snow. They weren’t
more than ten paces away from you
when I came down out of the sky."
“Was It the bear?” she asked. “That
was wh&t you thought It might have
been, at the time." But he could see
In her eyes that this was not the an*
awer she expected.
He shook his head; that told her
enough.
As Roscoe fled along the beach on
Che night Cayley descended upon him
through the fog, there was no doubt
In his mind that he hafi seen the ghost
of the man he had murdered and
the shadow of a black avenging spirit
hovering over his head.
When he found that his boat had
gone adrift and that bis only means
of getting back to the Aurora had
gone with It, he dropped down upon
beach, crawled up Into the lee of a
great rock and had Bpent the night
there, his mind completely torpid with
fear.
When the numbness of this terror
passed away, as gradually It did, he
bent all this thoughts upon the Aurora
and upon the possibility, not quite In-
conceivable, that his crew had suc-
ceeded In overpowering her people
end were now In possession of the
yadht. He tried to persuade himself
that this was so and that with the
coming of the dawn they would send
>a boat ashore for him.
Of the strange figure he had seen
-there In the hut, so like and yet so
terribly unlike the victim of his mur-
derous lust four years ago—of that,
and of the more terrible apparition he
bad seen coming down out of the sky,
be thought, or tried to thrak nothing
at all. It was only a nightmare, only
a delusion, natural enough when one
considered all the circumstance*.
When the fog lifted with the ap-
proach of dawn, he discovered what
Philip and Jeanne did not become
.aware of until several hours later, that
•the Aurora had drifted out to sea In
-the gale. The clean line of the horl-
son was broken by nothing but the
plunging masses of the Ice. There was
Just one chance, he thought, that she
might still be comparatively near at
band. Southward and eastward the
horizon was unbroken, but the jutting
mass of the promontory to the west
,cut off his view in that direction. It
was possible that the gale which had
.destroyed the floe that formed the
barbor, had also broken up the pack
Ice at the other side of the peninsula,
the side from which Cayley, on the
wing, had first approached this un-
known land. The yacht might be
there, riding safely In practically open
water.
He got up from the snow nest he
• bad made for himself In the lee of the
rock, and cautiously flexed his stiffen-
ed muscles, with the Idea of setting
out at once down the beach and
around the headland to learn whether
this last hope of his was groundless.
Really, In his heart, he had no hope
at all, but that fact made It easy to
postpone for a little longer the putting
of this delusion of a hope he hao to
the test of reality.
The excuse he made to himself waa,
that he was ravenously hungry, and
that hie most sensible courao would be
to go up tbe glacier to the cave and
.cook himself a breakfast before he did
jutythlng else.
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He was fully persuaded by that time
that what he had seen at the but last
night during the storm had been noth-
ing but a hallucination. None the lees,
he knew that It would be easier to
walk past that empty hut In full broad
day, than In this tricky, misty, uncer-
tain light of dawn.
He carried out this plan at once,
to the point, that Is, of going up thp
glacier to the cave, building a fire
there and satisfying his sharp hunger
with an enormous meal. But he had
not slept at all the night before, and
now tbe warmth and the satisfaction
of his appetite made his nerveless
hand release the bone he was gnaw-
ing, and caused him to roll over be-
side tbe fire and to fall asleep.
He slept deeply for a number of
hours. Then, arming himself with a
throwing-stick and a numner of darts,
he stepped outside the cave. Intent
upon his expedition to the other side
of the peninsula where there waa a
possibility of finding the yacht
Tbe cave was situated some little
distance up the glacier, and the
shortest, though by far the more dif-
ficult, way of reaching his destination
lay, not along the beach but up
through the Interior valley and across
the precipitous coast range of hills.
It was not the natural way to go,
but the fact that It was actually short-
er gave, him a sort of excuse tor avoid-
ing another visit, Just now, to the
scene of his discomfiture of the night
before. He swore at himself, not so
much for taking this course as for the
reasons which his common sense al-
leged against him.
Hts present route took him close
to the gold ledge, and the sight of the
Inexhaustible, precious, useless metal
that remained here brought upon him
for the first time, In full force, a
sense of his loss, a sense of what that
luckless trip ashore from the Aurora
in search of that rosewood box bad.
cost him. <«•**«
At an Increased pace he descended
from the glacier, crossed the valley
and scaled the landward side ot one
of the mountains of the coast range,
to a notch where he could command
a view of the sea to the westward.
He saw there what, in the bottom of
his mind, he had all along been sure
he would see—nothing but another
barren, bleak horizon.
At that, for a while, hts fortitude
broke down, and he raved and wept
and cursed like one demented. But at
last, spent, sobered, conscious once
more of a sharp hunger, he climbed a
little farther up the mountain to a
ledge, where, as his minute knowledge
of the country led him to expect, he
found a number of loons sitting. He
killed one of these birds with a dart,
and then, like the brute he was, ate It
raw and warm.
By that time It was late In the aft-
ernoon. Bravado, combined with a
more real belief than ne had yet suc-
ceeded In retaining, to the effect that
all his terror of the night before had
resulted from nothing more serious
than a nightmare, led him to decide to
go home by way of the beach, rather
than along the difficult Interior trail
up which he had come.
The descent from the cliff-head to
the beach was nothing to a man of his
Inhuman strength and activity, though
an ordinary skilled mountaineer might
have hesitated before attempting It.
Nevertheless, two-thlrda* of the way
down he nearly fell—but for luck he
would have fallen, for he caught a
glimpse of a lonely figure, a quarter of
a mile away, perhaps, seated upon a
ledge, bending forward, chin In hand,
In an attitude which recalled, and
horribly echoed, that of the man he
long ago had murdered.
When he had steadied himself a lit-
tle, he made his way cautiously down
to the level of the beach. His emotions
were divided about equally between
fear and anger, the anger existing be-
cause of the fear.
With Infinite caution he approached
that lonely, unsuspecting figure, slip-
ping from the shelter of one rock to
that of one a little nearer.
Three times his left hand drew back
the throwing-stick, balanced and
aimed along a line that would send Its
thin Ivory dart as swiftly and as sure-
ly to that beautiful throat as the one
that bad found and transfixed Perry
Hunter’s; and three times his 'mus-
cles braced themselves for the effort
to propel It. But each time, with a
breathless oath, he lowered the
weapon again, and with the back of
his hairy hand wiped the sweat from
his forehead.
The act had none of the quality of
mercy in It; It was simply the result
of a logical dilemma. If the thing he
saw before him were a ghost, the
ghost of the man he had already mur-
dered, his dart would do no harm. If
ft were not a ghost; If It were what It
looked more and more like as he drew
nearer, a living, breathing woman—he
licked hla lips and wrung them with
his hand—If It were a woman, he did
not want to kill her. If he could be
sure, could only be sure, be would
drop his weapon and make one rush
and hold her helpless In those great
bands of bis.
And with every five pacee that
lessened the distance between them,
that certainty grew upon him. No,
ah* waa no Immaterial spirit of a aaa
long dead. She wan alive; warm. He
waa near enough now to make out the
eoft curve of her throat, the retreat*
lng and returning color* which bathed
cheeks and forehead. He could tee
the faint rise and fall of her breast
when she breathed. He laid the throw-
ing-etlck upon the ice, drew nervee
and muscles taut for hla rush.
Then, just then, he saw the thing
that made Jeanne close her eyee, the
flashing sword-cut of that great gold-
en wing, as the thing it bore turned
upon the other.
Roscoe dropped down, as if he had
been bleated by the sight of a sword-
ed archangel, In the shelter of his
rock. He lay there, prone, hugging
his head in hla arms. He did not
rouse himself, did not succeed In forc-
ing hla treacherous nerves and mus-
cles to obey his will until it was quite
dark. Then, without a glance behind
him, he arose and began scrambling
madly up the broken face of the talua,
and, reaching the top of It, went on
and scaled the cliff Itself. It waa a
feat which even he could hardly have
accomplished except under the ex-
tremity of terror.
For only so long as waa necessary
to regain his breath, he lay panting
upon the cliff-head. In the dark, rush-
ing along as if the precipitous trail he
followed had been a well-worn thor*
oughfare, he retraced his way down
the landward side of the mountain
and across the valley. He did not
pause until he found himself safe In
tbe cave again beside the glacier.
CHAPTER XVII.
A State of 8leoe.
Cayley’s discovery of the tracks fur-
nished the last element of the drama
which waa to play itself out that win-
ter upon this stage which had been
so strangely set for It. It was Just
three days since, flying slowly north-
ward before a mild southerly breeze,
the Ice pack below him, he caught bis
first glimpse of the unknown land
where Captain Fielding had met his
trade fate so many years before. Three
days since he had witnessed, from
aloft, the murder of a man he might
have saved, the man to whom, had
he saved him, he might have turned
for exoneration from a stain upon his
name which was now Ineradicable.
Three days ago he had thought his
world was empty, swept clean of hu-
man concern and human affection.
Three days ago he had not known that
Jeanne Fielding existed.
As fo£ the Identity of the monster
who had leTt the proof of h!s "existence
In those tracks which Philip had dls-
covered In the snow, they of course
had no certain knowledge; neverthe-
less, they entertained but little doubt
that he was Roscoe himself. The foot-
prints were Immense, Cayley said, and
their distance apart bespoke the stride
of a giant
If It were Roscoe who had been
crouching there behind the boulder,
then It seemed to them unlikely that
he was here alone; unlikely that he
had not at least two or three of his
crew with him.
That idea, when It first occurred to
them, brought little added terror with
It The person of the monstrous mur-
derous ruffian, who was the chief,
dwarfed his subordinates to pygmies.
Yet when they came to think over the
situation, reasonably, this uncertainty
as to the number of their enemy
proved a vital element In It It put
an unequivocal veto upon Cayley's
first plan, which was to start out at
once and take the aggressive against
their enemy, before he should have
time to move against them.
This bit of beach where the hut
stood was practically fortified. The
cliff behind It was absolutely sheer,
and waa capped with deep, perpetual
snow. Half a mile to the westward
was the promontory, and about half
a mile up the beach from the hut, to
the eastward, the glacier projected
Its Ice masses In a long floe out to
seaward. This glacier provided the
only practicable means of entrance to
the Interior valley and the ledge
where the gold was.
By means of a large scale map. Cay-
lay pointed out to Jeanne this advan-
tage of their position. “So long as
we stick to this bit of beach,” he said,
“we can't be rushed nor surprised. No
one can attack ua without either com-
ing down the glacier at one end, or
around the promontory at the other.
From either direction they've got to
approach without cover. Of course
If there are a lot of them, we sh&'n’t
have any chance. But It may be
there’a only one, and It’s likely that
there are not more than three.”
“But at night,” said the girl, “—at
night there'll be nothing to prevent
their coming aa close as they
please. They may be out there, not
a dozen yards away.”
"They're not doing much If they are.
We're securely barracaded here, and
they can't attempt to break In with-
out giving us fair warning. Unless
there are too many of them we should
beat them at that game. No; the time
to look out for them Is when we're
outside the hut, out on the beach do-
ing the things we'll have to do—bring-
ing In firewood, looking for more
same, and so on.”
“Shall we have to do that? Can't
we Just stay In here, safe?”
“The daylight will answer that ques-
tion for me," he said. “We must make
the most of it. A month from now
there'll be but little. We niusn’t make
prisoners of ourselves until the winter
does It for us. There Is one thing,
though,” he added thoughtfully after
a little silence, "one thing that I must
do at once, and that Is to destroy
these sheds where they kept their
stores. They would furnish a cover
—as good a cover as any enemy could
ask for. They hinder our view up the
beach.”
“How long do you suppose It will
last?" she asked. In a voice that shook
a little. “How long can It last? How
long can we live like that, even sup-
posing that our watch Is effective and
that they aren't able to surprise us?"
She clasped her hands, with a shud-
der, and gripped them between her
knees. “Oh, If It would only happen
soon," she went on, "whatever It Is!”
"What I don’t understand," said
Cayley, “Is why they haven't attacked
us already. Why have they waited
until we are fortified and secure? Why
didn't they attack us yesterday morn-
ing when they would have found us
helpless?”
“Surely,” said Jeanne, “he couldn't
have hoped for a better opportunity to
attack me than he had when I was
alone thye Jg the twJlighL before you
came flying down out of the sky; and
you said he was quite near. Why do
’t? Why do you
you suppose he dlj^j’i
“And even after I came down," said
Cayley, “I was helpless for a minute
while I was getting clear or my planes.
Yes, that was his chance, and yet he
waited. After we had gone, he ap-
parently scaled the cliff, for his tracks
led right up to it, and then disap-
peared. It’s not quite so precipitously
steep there as It Is here, but I would
hardly have dreamed that a human
being could climb It.” •
“He's afraid," said Jeanne after a
little thoughtful silence, “simply
afraid. But if he's the man we think
he Is, It wouldn’t be a human fear. It
must be superstitious In some way. It
wouldn't be wonderful If he felt that,
after the two glimpses he had of you.
I remember how I felt at first when
you alighted on the floe beside me.
He’s seen you twice, remember. The
first time at night In the fog; the
second time In broad day, with the
sun on your wings. No, It isn’t
strange if he thinks of you, not as a
man at all, but as a sort of terrible
angel keeping guard over me. When
I go very long without seeing you, or
when I see you In flight, I get to think-
ing of you in that way myself.”
“If that’s the way he thinks of me,”
said Cayley, “weTl try not to disabuse
him. A belief like that is an Item on
our side of the ledger, certainly. And
we haven’t any such balance In our
favor that we can afford to throw an
advantage away, even a small one.”
Really the balance of advantage be-
“Ne’a Afraid,” Bald Joann* Aftar a Little Thoughtful Ellenoe.
tween them and their enemy waa
amaxlngly even. They had the hut,
the enemy the stores. They had Cap-
tain Fielding's Journal, their enemy
the experience and practical knowl-
edge of the country. They were two,
with but a single weapon between
them. Their enemy, for aught they
knew, might be one or a half a dozen;
and how armed, they did not know.
Fortunately, no prophetic vision en-
abled them to anticipate, on that first
evening, the length of time that that
precarious life and death balance
would maintain Itself. They had
agreed. Philip and Jeanne, that the
only thing to do was to wait and to
maintain an unwinking vigilance. But
both of them thought of the duration
of this wait in terms of hours, or, at
most, days. Had they foreseen that
it would stretch Itself out Into weeks
and months, they might well have des-
paired.
There were two things that kept
them from succumbing to despair.
The first was that they never really
permitted themselves to hope, to In-
dulge In any thoughts of a summer's
day when their horizon should be cut
by the spars and funnels of a ship
bringing relief. They were simply
going to live one day at a time. Ftor
every day that they could snatch out
of the hand of death, they would give
thanks. It waa the only attitude pos-
sible for people In their condition.
And the thing that helped them to
maintain It was the abundance of nec-
essary routine occupation. They di-
vided their day Into watches. Cayley
slept from four o’clock In the after-
noon until midnight and then kept
watch alone, as the girl had done, un-
til eight. During that period they re-
mained Inside the hut. The day, from
eight until four, they spent out of
doors, when the condition of the
weather made this possible, either at
work or merely tramping up and down
for exercise.
At first there was a good deal of
work to do. Tearing down the sheds
which clustered about the hut, and
reducing tbslr frames and planking
to fire wood was an arduous task, but
he worked at It until It was done,
Jeanne standing sentinel all tbe time.
When It was done, they were prac-
tically eecure against surprise, for
from their windows, with the aid of a
field-glass which Cayley had found
In the observatory, they were able to
sweep tbe whole beach absolutely
clean, In both directions.
And almost every day while the
light lasted, with Jeanne, armed with
the revolver, keeping watch before the
hut, Cayley took to his wings and
patrolled the beach, from the glacier
to the promontory, high up above th*
level of the crest of the cliff. Hla
flight was always along the same
track. He never winged his way In-
land nor out to sea.
There were two reasons for this.
He dared not go so far away from
Jeanne that a flash and a swoop would
not bring him to her side. The other
reason was, that If a superstitious fear
of this great man-bird were really
what deterred their enemy from at-
tacking them, it was well to let him
believe that immunity from this por*
tent could be secured by keeping
away from this particular stretch of
beach.
As the shortening days sped by and
began to get themselves reckoned Into
weeks, the conviction grew upon
Philip and Jeanne that their securest
protection lay In his wings, In the
terrorizing effect upon their invisible,
silent enemy of the majestlo winged
apparition which was so often seen
soaring In mldsky above the hut and
the little stretch of beach surrounding
It. Something was protecting them
evidently. Almost every week brought
some evidence, not only of the exis-
tence but the nearness of their enemy.
They never actually caught sight or
sound of him, but some times when
the wind blew from the right quarter
they could make out, with their field-
glass, a wrack of brownish smoke,
such as would be given off by burning
whale oil, drifting down from some-
where along the glacier, and made
visible by the dazzling whiteness of
that background.
And sometimes they saw track In
the newly fallen snow, never comiDg
very near tbe hut, but trespassing a
little way, either down from the
glacier or up from the headland, upon
the stretch of beach they were de-
fending. They never found the tracks
of more than a single man, and these
were always the same. So that they
came to believe, although they could
not know, that they had only one man
to deal with.
They sometimes speculated on the
question whether he was Roscoe or
some other member of the Walrus
crew; really, In fact, they found It
Impossible to hope that It was any
other than he.
They got proof of his Identity, or
what amounted to It, along toward the
end of October. Cayley's keen eyes
caught, one day, from up aloft where
he was soaring, the glint of something
on the beach near the foot of the
headland. He circled down in a long
swoop, caught It up without alighting
and mounted Into the air, a trick of
aeronautics which made Jeanne, ac-
customed as she was by now to see-
ing him in flight, catch her breath a
little.
When he descended and alighted
beside her a few moments later, he
showed her a sheath knife, the haft of
which was a rudely carved walrus
tusk. The hand of the last user of it
had had blood upon It, and Its Imprint
upon the surface of the Ivory was
plainly to be seen. Tbe lines In. the
palm were traceable and, lengthwise,
along the side of the handle, the
print of en Immense thumb.
"You see," said Cayley quietly, “he
waa using this knife left-handed.”
The girl paled a little as she headed
CHAPTER XVIII.
An Attack. '
The fact that their enemy waa
alone and that he waa Roacoe himself
waa responsible for the convlctloe
that Cayley'a wings were all that
stood between them and an attach
No terror attributable to humaa
causes would have held back that
solitary and altogether desperate ouD
cast.
The thing In the situation which
caused Cayley the most uneasiness
was the fear that some time or other
Roscoe would solve the mystery,
would see him In the very act of
taking to the air. This fear suggested
an expedient to him one day as ha
waa flying along near the snow-crest*
ed edge of the cliff.
“I don’t know why I never thought
of It before,” he eald to Jeanne as ha
alighted beside her a moment or twa
afterward; "but I've got It now—the
way to prevent Roecoe from every
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solving the mystery of your guardiaa
angel. I thought of It when I saw ths
mound up on the cliff-head that Is
formed by the_ observatory. It oant
be hurts? so 'very deep in the snow
because tbe mound teo’t so very big.
I'm going up there now to dig It out,
enough, at least, so that I can taka
wing from there.”
"You never can dig out enough enow
to get a running start up thara,” aha
objected.
“I sha’n’t have to. IT1 Just diva off
the cliff.”
“Philip, you aha'n'tt”
“Why not?”
“You know what you told ma yon*
self. That none of the big birds caa
take to the air without a running
start; and about taking pelicans and
birds like that up Into high buildings
and throwing them out of window*
and how they were always killed.”
“That's because they’ve only got
Instinct Instead of Intelligence. Nona
of their family had ever been thrown
out ot windows before, and they didn’t
know what to do. But I can get my
start quite as safely that way as any
other. Oh, yes. I’ve done it. Do yon
Imagine, Jeanne dear, that I’d take an
unnecessary risk so long as my life
Is the only possible protection there
Is for yours?”
He spent tbe rest of the day turn
nelling out from the observatory. He
did not dig In the snow; he simply
packed It, gradually enlarging the
space from a section the size of the
pilot house door to a space at the
cliff's edge wide enough for the full
spread of his wings.
Jeanne was watching on the beach
when be made his first flight from
this aerie, and, In spite of her con*
fldence In his powers, she endured •
horrible moment or two. For he came
hurtling down, head first, at an angle
of 60 degrees; and he bad traversed
two-thirds of the distance to the beach
before his line deflected outward and
began curving up toward the horh
zontal.
When she saw that he was saf*
that he bad really done the thing he
had said he could, she dropped down
upon a bear-skin, which was spread
before the hut, and shut her eyes, for
what she had seen had turned her a
hit giddy.
That feeling passed in a moment
She opened her eyes and lay, stretch*
ed at full length, upon the bear-skin,
watching him as he wheeled and
dipped, then towered aloft again la
that fading violet sky. supremely
masterful, majestically dominant of
the unstable element he had coo*
quered.
She sat up suddenly, erect, upon
the bear skin, with the realization that
It was nearly dark. Their hours of
daylight were getting very scanty
now. Today’s allowance was gone, al»
though It was not yet three In the aft*
ernoon.
She looked aloft for Cayley, bat
could not see him. Then, the next
moment, she heard the whine of the
air through his rigging, and he sailed
down on a long slant and alighted ba-
side her.
He got clear of his planes with an
unaccountable air of haste, and held
out both hands to help her rise.
“What do we do with sentinels who
go to sleep on duty?” he questioned
with a laugh.
“I wasn't asleep," she said contrlt*
ly, “but It was Just about as bad. I
waa thinking—" She paused there,
then added, “about you. What’a the
sentence of the court?”
Already he had hla wing* folded, up
and waa handing them to kef.
(TO BB CONTINUED.)
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