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That night the fishermen of Sandtown were caught red-handed, stealing Deacon Ringold's harvest apples. Like hungry ants scenting sugar they descended upon that orchard, en masse, at exactly ten-thirty o'clock. By ten-forty they had done more damage to the hanging fruit than a wind storm could do in an hour and at ten-forty-five they were pounced upon by the angry deacon and his neighbors and given the lecture of their lives. In vain they pleaded that it was all a mistake, that they had been sent an invitation via a small boy, from the deacon himself. "Bill, Oh Bill! where 'bouts are you?" Maurice's voice sounded muffled and far away to his chum's ears. Wilson sighed and sank into a chair..
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"Well, maybe that ain't stealin' it, but if it ain't what would you call it, Willium?" "Yes." "I'm proud to say we have, sir," beamed Keeler, "an' a squarer, finer young man never lived. A mighty good teacher he was too, let me tell you." "You bet it is," cried Billy..
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