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CHAPTER XVIII THE METTLE OF THE BREED "Why, hello, Billy," he said pleasantly. "Out capturing more wild things for the menagerie?" "But what makes you suspicious of Hinter?" asked his father gravely. "Hasn't he always minded his own business and been a law-abidin', quiet livin man?".
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This interior presented a very inhospitable look; its rough-hewn bunks might have been intended for the accommodation of prisoners. The deck was without carpet. Indeed the only colour or warmth which this melancholy hole presented to the eye or the mind was to be found in such wearing apparel as swung from hooks, in Mr Lawrence's sea-chest, in the nautical instruments, in the shelves with their little burden of tin box, a few books, and so forth. "I'd love to smoke it," he confessed, "but you needn't worry, Chick. I'm through with tobacco till I'm my real self ag'in. But I feel so darned much better since I quit smokin' I simply want to smoke all the more." "Your other hand," commanded Mr. Johnston. Maurice and Billy stared at him. "It was your money paid fer him," Billy asserted..
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