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"Then," cried Billy, hotly, "you're as big a thief as they are." "You bet. The wind's south. Have you got the worms dug?" Like a flash Billy was on his feet. "Stop!" he cried, his voice ringing out like a challenge. "You don't whip her if I know it.".
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