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“You are right, Bob. I am the chief and starting from to-day I will have to be Mr. Whitney. There is another rodman here and it would be bad for discipline if you called me by that—‘vacation’ name, let’s call it. But we had mighty good times when I was just Whiskers, didn’t we?” “He no more make trouble,” put in the Indian gravely. “He scared too much. I take him border. He no come back.” This time a crash, a splintering of the wood was the result. Once more he dived into it and the next moment he was in the gray air of the early dawn..
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