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"They're the two who've been workin' his drillin' rig; an' they're the men that robbed the Twin Oaks store." "Well, Tom, I reckon it's none of our funeral whether it turns up or not," growled the other. "We're gettin' paid well fer what we're doin', ain't we? If it turns up, Scroggie and the boss'll have to do their own worryin'." His brother hung his head. "You needn't go to rubbin' it in," he whined; "I didn't have no chance with him. He piled on me from behind, when I wasn't lookin'.".
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“I’ll take all the blame Mosey.”I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
“Betty Wopp,” she exclaimed, “you couldn’t be no wetter ef you’d fell in the big slough. Come on to the house an’ change yer clothes. St. Elmo ’ll need warshin’, too, I reckon.”
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With a gasp Scroggie went to earth, where he lay writhing. After a time he struggled to a sitting posture. "I won't," promised Anson. "Cross my heart, Bill." "Oh yes you will," spoke a voice, seemingly above their heads. "He will," cried Billy, "I know he will.".
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