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Such as where the damned kender was, and how both
of them could hide from Gisella's ruthless killer.
Woodrow spotted the kender when Tas suddenly
popped up a narrow stairway near the stern, his mouth
open in an impending exclamation. Woodrow launched
a low, flying tackle and clamped his hand over the star-
tled kender's mouth. He ducked between a water barrel
and the ship's rail, dragging a struggling Tasslehoff
along.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Burrfoot, but I've got terrible news.
That man who killed Miss Hornslager is about to board
this ship with his horse. We can't get off without him see-
ing us, and I can't think of any place to hide where he
won't eventually find us."
Tasslehoff's face burned with anger and he bit Wood-
row's hand, which the human hastily snatched away. "I
thought you said you killed him!" accused Tas.
The human looked sheepish as he rubbed his smarting
palm. "I thought I did. I don't have much experience at
that sort of thing, Mr. Burrfoot."
Tas's anger ebbed somewhat. "I'm not going to hide
from him," he announced firmly. "That troll-spawn is go-
ing to pay for what he did to Gisella!" The kender strug-
gled against Woodrow, trying to get to his feet.
Tas's fearlessness only heightened Woodrow's fear.
The human had seen this stranger in combat and knew
that one kender, however determined, and a runaway
squire like himself were no match for such a man.
Woodrow peeked around the corner. Denzil spoke
with the steward, then handed him a small bag full of
jingling coins
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