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To say which of the twain is master. “What’s the rumpus?” he roared. “What’s broken loose?” The Mexican situation was unchanged. The United States had not gone into Mexico and the cattlemen still grumbled but did no more than that. The presence of the soldiers was enough to keep the laborers in check..
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“Don’t you think it might help if I got my boss, Mr. Whitney, to come down and talk to him about it?”I tried logging in using my phone number and I
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Olaf and Herman plied the oars as hard as they could, while Johnny Blossom sat proudly erect upon the “red pear.” He had never thought of its being possible for any one to sit here. Just think, only water far and wide around him! Yet here he sat entirely at his ease, could sit here just the same if a storm should blow up—that would be a small matter for Johnny Blossom. Now that the boys were away off behind the big coal steamer, any one might wonder how much farther they meant to row.
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They picked their way through the sleeping village, which was now dark as the moon had long since finished its journey across the sky. All seemed quiet in the Mexican houses, but when they got up close a figure slipped from a shadow and challenged them. “Uncle Isaac has no further need of anything,” said Mother. “He died last night, little John.” “No—no, sir,” stammered Bob, helplessly. “He wasn’t there—he’s in Las Cruces—” “Gee whiz, but we’ll have to get busy in a hurry,” snapped Bob. “Come on, we’ll wake Mr. Taylor.”.
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