"What dye you want, boy?" Shipley's pipe was alight now and he peered down at Billy through the pungent smoke-wreaths.,
"We'll fix that," Billy promised, as he slipped away through the darkness toward the light which glimmered through the trees.,
"Ho, teacher!" came an answering voice. "We're comin' straight in with the wind. I've got 'em both.".
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