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Suddenly, Caleb jumped from the bench. "Stop, Harry O'Dule!" he entreated. "That whistle of yours would soften the heart of old Nick himself. Do you want to set me crazy, man? Come, give me your jug, I'll fill it this time. But remember, never ag'in. I mean that, by ding!" After all fall had its compensations. Glorious days beneath lowering skies in a wind-whipped blind were before him; stormy days when the ducks would sweep in to his decoys and his old "double-barrel" would take toll. If only Frank Stanhope was to be the teacher instead of that cold-eyed, mean looking Johnston. He knew he would not get along with Johnston. And school was to open on Monday. Great Scott! The very thought made him shiver. One box fruit-crackers..
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When he returned O'Dule was seated on the edge of the table, his feet on a stool. He was taking a long sup from the demijohn. "But with the two of 'em," cried Billy eagerly, "we kin surely find the will, Harry." "No," said Billy, "I got to be movin' on." "Findin' Scroggie's money an' will, you mean?".
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