_Though he carried with him the loot of the ages, who in The Pass--that legalized city of vice and corruption--would dare risk his neck to help Russell, the Hard Luck Man of the Swamps?_ He came up out of the Great Sea-Swamp of Venus like old Father Neptune. He was covered with mud and slime. Seaweed hung from his cheap diving-suit. Brine dripped from his arms that hung limp and weary; it ran from his torso and made a dark trail in the sand.…
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