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"An' so he got away!" sighed Maurice. "Yes, sir, and then I saw her and reported her to you." "Why to poison his teeth with. He's loadin' up fer somebody, sure as shootin'. Gosh! I am sorry you've been sech a fool, Anse. Jest think, one little scratch from that coon's teeth and—'.
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"Yes," agreed Wilson, "I guess maybe he is. But, Deacon, I don't know what their game is; wish I did." Lucy looked at her father with an expression of surprise that vanished from her fine dramatic eyes in an instant. Mrs. Wilson held out her hand. "Harry O'Dule," she said, her voice unsteady, "I always knowed you had the makin's of a man in you. I'm gladder than I kin say." Suddenly Croaker stretched himself erect. A soft whistle, so low as to be inaudible to the indignant woman but clear to his acute ears, had sounded from the far side of the wood pile. Pausing only long enough to locate the sound, Croaker spread his wings and volplaned down, emitting a hoarse croak of triumph almost in Mrs. Wilson's face, as he swept close above her..
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