The boys wriggled their way through the thicket of sumach, and reached a clump of golden-rod inside the road fence just as Wilson came out of the lane.,
Stanhope sank back on his box, his relaxed nerves throbbing and his lips forming the words: "Thank God!",
"Whisky," he answered solemnly, "two great jugs full avut, Billy Bye.".
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