“Here, Mose, hoi’ this here jint while I fit the next one inter it.” A tongue-twisting silence ensued.,
“Oh, Mr. Sheriff, you won’t send me off now, will you, when the business is just beginning?”,
“Why, Buzz Lancaster, how did you get here?” Edith went back and steadied him over the uneven ground. “Phew! He smells of gasoline! Where has he been, do you suppose, mother?”.
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