“We’re going to my shack to talk this out. Come along. I want Feather-in-the-Wind and Jerry too. Hoyt, find Mr. Taylor and ask him to report to me at once!”,
Mother hugged him to her and kissed him. “But that was a horrible present, John,” she said, pointing to the whistle.,
“But—but you are!” stammered Bob, taken aback for a moment by Jerry’s words. “Didn’t you admit it—”.
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