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“Big Boss good to my people. Not let storekeeper cheat or Greaser hurt,” was the answer. “The Greasers making a stand, I reckon,” was Ted Hoyt’s comment. “Probably a regular battle.” “Like shooting the chutes, isn’t it?” said Bob, putting his feeling into words as soon as he could speak. “Great sport!”.
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