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CHAPTER VI Johnny Blossom’s Christmas Presents At first glance there seemed nothing amiss. To Bob’s untrained eye, the shadows that lay heavily in the dark of the night were only scrub pine and underbrush. But as he looked these shadows took form and substance. They were men, sitting or lying relaxed, in attitudes of waiting. A faint nicker and trampling of hoofs told that horses were hobbled in the vicinity. “But he hasn’t seen any work yet,” put in Jerry shortly..
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