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“You never give my cats a chance,” Billy complained. “Moses stan’s on his head so’s his brains’ll filter back into place,” teased Mrs. Wopp. “Oh, chuck the business,” Jean said impatiently. “Can’t it wait till noon? I must go home then.”.
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The roar of the flames came dreadfully near. Trees cracked, crashed and fell, sending up columns of sparks and cinders that dropped about the panting climbers. Billy began to wonder if he would hold out to the end of his task. His boy’s agility had easily outdone the man’s; but he had made the trip once before that day, had ridden from town at a killing speed; and now his endurance was almost at an end, while the Sheriff was getting his “second wind.” “Now Mis’ Stephens, call the boys,” requested Mrs. Wopp who was the busiest of the group. “You’re George Rideout Smith’s kid, ain’t you?” Behind the two women trotted a chubby baby. “I see Billy boat,” he cried, shrilly, stumbled, fell, scrambled up again, and repeated his refrain..
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