The fellow ceased. He had told all he had to relate, and he was by no means such a fool as not to see in his listener's face that he had related much more than enough. He scratched his thigh as a monkey would, and fell to waiting upon his master.
FortuneDragon, "If you had somethin' sweet an' soothin' to give him," Billy suggested. "Pine syrup, er hoarhound, er somethin' like that, now—"
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FortuneDragon "Yes," agreed Wilson, "I guess maybe he is. But, Deacon, I don't know what their game is; wish I did.".
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