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"Yep, Jim Scroggie." "You don't tell me, Willium! Why then, salts is jest what he needs. I'll wake him up an' give 'em to him." Billy had thrown off his shooting-coat and was climbing out of the blind..
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Billy made no reply.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
"It is," said Caleb shortly, "and my eyes are gettin' sharper every day, Billy."
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Oh, you'd better be up, and away, lad. "Well, then?" Billy sat down on a corner of the table and eyed his friend reproachfully. It was almost dark when he reached the little log sugar-shanty which housed his pets. He had hidden a lantern in a hollow log against such night visits as this and he paused to draw it out and light it before proceeding to the menagerie. As he rounded the shanty, whistling softly, and anticipating how glad Spotba, Moper, the owl, and all the other wild inmates would be to see him, he paused suddenly, and the whistle died on his lips. Somebody had been snooping about his menagerie! The prop had been taken from the door. Lou, bending to caress him, heard Billy give an exclamation, and ran forward. "It's here, Lou," he cried excitedly, "a tin box an' a shot-bag full of gold in a hollered-out log. The bag has been ripped open by Croaker. I'll have to go inside to get the box out.".
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