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But as the minutes passed he got back his grasp on things and realized that no more shots were coming. Evidently the Mexican had become frightened and had run. The next thing he knew was that he was being pulled out of the water by Feather-in-the-Wind. “Yes. I thought it was an awfully long time since you had seen me.” Of solemn musing, and of vision wild!.
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