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CHAPTER II THE SATURDAY GANG The best of all was a letter from Jimmy, scrawled with his left hand. The Sheriff was a small man with fair, curly hair like a girl’s; but there was that in his eye that reinforced his pistol, made the big fellow quail, the other mutter a low warning. The two lifted the chest by its strong handles and stepped out..
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