When the busy season was over, and the quiet autumn days had come, Jabez Gegg was again bearing his swag to and fro between Tipparoo and Wangooma. The task was not now so prodigious and hazardous as on the first occasion; indeed, it came as a promotion to the ill-treated slave. Day by day he reconnoitered without success, and it began to appear that Edith and Harold had tabooed their one-time favorite resort. The autumn passed away, and winter quickly stripped the willows of their greenery.
"I don't think you've been very circumspect, Jabez Gegg," said Susman. "Your bent has been more to place yourself where you could not be seen than to keep a look-out where you could see everything."
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