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The wind was roaring so that they could scarcely hear each other speak.,

“What was the scheme the cattlemen had decided upon?” Whitney wanted to know.,

For that matter, neither was she. She was not really his aunt and he was glad of it; but she was Mother’s aunt, and so all the family called her Aunt Grenertsen, just as Mother did.

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“Just one apiece,” whispered Carl.,

The lashing whirlwinds cleave the vast profound;,

“Sunk, do you think?” anxiously queried Bob. “Seems to me I remember hitting a rock just an instant before—before I did my parachute act.”