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“Why, John! Are you standing there in your night gown painting?” “You’d have done the same thing for me,” returned Bob, anxious to get off the subject. “Let’s talk about the dam site.” All this time they were striving as hard as they could to turn the boat toward shore. Johnny’s thoughts ran on:.
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The doctor was sent for, the finger-end sewed on, and the hand bandaged. Just as Bob was about to give up hope, for his fingers told him that the last pile of threads was about all gone, a sliver of flame ran up the stick he held in his left hand. It went out but a second later another one came and stayed! “Ha! I’ll get her out!” “Guess I’m too far,” he thought. “Out of range!” But he guessed wrong, for a moment later his pony stumbled and fell. He rolled clear and staggered to his feet and started to run on. But a moment later he was jerked to earth. One of the men had roped him..
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