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Billy spit out the fox-tail. "Where's this feller Scroggie now?" he asked, in a business-like tone. Billy grinned sheepishly. "We should'a killed 'em, I s'pose," he said, "but we took 'em down to the marsh an' turned 'em loose there. Maurice said that anythin' that had done the good work them weasels had, deserved life, an' I thought so too." "Got enough?" asked Billy pleasantly..
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