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"He's a mighty fine feller," cried Maurice enthusiastically. Spotba, the big mottled marsh snake, sensing Billy's presence, uncoiled himself and raised his head along the screen of his cage; the brown owl hooted a low welcome that died in a hiss as Harry groaned again. "Why, Ma," he cried, in amazement, "you don't mean to say he's gone?".
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Billy was feeling frantically in his pockets. "My rabbit foot charm," he groaned. "I fell over a log an' it must'a slipped out'a my pocket." "If I don't see you ag'in alive, Bill, good bye," whispered Maurice as he opened the door. Up in the roomy loft which he and his step-brother, Anson, shared together, he lit the lamp. Anson was sleeping and Billy wondered just what he would say when he woke up in the morning and found his pants gone. Their mother had demanded that a pair of pants be thrown down to her. Billy needed his own so he had thrown down Anson's. "Land o' Liberty! but he was generous!" cried Mrs. Keeler..
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