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Ben Zoof had an inkling that his master was “up to some other little game,” when, just before starting, he asked him privately whether there was a French tricolor among the stores.

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Ben Zoof admitted the necessity of extemporizing a kind of parasol for himself, otherwise he must literally have been roasted to death upon the exposed summit of the cliff.

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Zoof, in excited tones that betrayed his delight in the anticipation.

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Ben Zoof was prepared to wait awhile for the water to boil.

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Ben Zoof had not yet received his orders to retire, and ensconcing himself in a corner of the gourbi, he endeavored to doze — a task which the unusual agitation of his master rendered somewhat difficult.

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Ben Zoof laughed the more, and was on the point of repeating his satirical comments, when a stern order from the captain made him hold his tongue.

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Zoof replied, with the utmost dignity, that he was born at

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Ben Zoof was on the point of laying down the money, when

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Ben Zoof made the sleeping accommodation as comfortable as the circumstances would allow; the horses were clogged and turned out to feed upon the rich pasture that clothed the shore, and the night passed without special incident.

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Ben Zoof found the flag, and folded it up as he was directed.

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