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Billy did so. Then, there being nothing more left to do, he stepped back to watch the fireworks. Billy sighed his relief. "Gee, but it's lucky you did," he cried. "That's the very thing Trigger Finger Tim would'a done, ain't it, Maurice?" "Sir," prompted a voice from the back seat..
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