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- In frantic haste he caught up the knife and hacked at the figure of the
- mummy, ever glancing round to see the eye and the weapon of his
- terrible visitor bent upon him. The creature crackled and snapped
- under every stab of the keen blade. A thick yellow dust rose up from
- it. Spices and dried essences rained down upon the floor. Suddenly,
- with a rending crack, its backbone snapped asunder, and it fell, a
- brown heap of sprawling limbs, upon the floor.
- "Now into the fire!" said Smith.
- The flames leaped and roared as the dried and tinderlike debris was
- piled upon it. The little room was like the stoke-hole of a steamer
- and the sweat ran down the faces of the two men; but still the one
- stooped and worked, while the other sat watching him with a set face.
- A thick, fat smoke oozed out from the fire, and a heavy smell of burned
- rosin and singed hair filled the air. In a quarter of an hour a few
- charred and brittle sticks were all that was left of Lot No. 249.
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