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At that another fellow, probably him who had remained below to search the captain’s body, came to the door of the inn. “Bill’s been overhauled a’ready,” said he; “nothin’ left.” “It’s these people of the inn--it’s that boy. I wish I had put his eyes out!” cried the blind man, Pew. “There were no time ago--they had the door bolted when I tried it. Scatter, lads, and find ’em.” “Sure enough, they left their glim here,” said the fellow from the window. “Scatter and find ’em! Rout the house out!” reiterated Pew, striki…