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Presently Billy Wilson emerged from the cottage, received his basket from Caleb, and trotted off toward the Keeler place.,

"No, sir.",

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"Well, we don't play the game that way in these parts," said Billy and passed on, unheedful of the uncomplimentary names the chagrined driller threw after him.,

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