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"It was Tim Ryan," returns Mona, wearily, feeling unequal to a long story just at present. "Sure they all admire me," says Miss Mona, with an exasperating smile, meant to wither. Lone Feather wrapped his robe more closely around him and walked slowly from his lodge door and from the camp, off toward the north. He was thinking of many things, and hardly noticed where he was going. Presently as he walked, he heard the sound of persons talking. He stopped to listen. The sound came from a lodge made of stone, close by the river. Quietly he went toward the lodge and saw a thin blue line of smoke coming from the top..
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