Chapter 24
Berselius had not asked a single question as to the catastrophe. His own misfortune had banished for him, doubtless, all interest in everything else. Adams had said to him nothing of F***, his horrible deeds or his theft of the rifle. F***, though he had vanished from Adams’s life completely and forever, had not vanished from the face of the earth. He was very much alive and doing, and his deeds and his fate are worth a word, for they formed a tragedy well fitting the stage of this merciless land. The Zappo Zap, having secured the gun and its ammunition, revelling in the joy of possession and power, went skipping on his road, which lay to the northeast. Six miles from the camp he flung himself down by a bush, and, with the gun covered by his arm, slept, and hunted in his sleep, like a ho
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