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“Don’t fret yourself about that, Bob. I’ll have a job for you all right and one you’ll like,” said the engineer. “No kill. Tie, gag, throw in bushes. Him no more trouble to-night. Then come here get you.” CHAPTER XI TROUBLE.
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