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He walked back to the hotel, too overcome by the beauty of the thing he had seen to attempt talking of it. Evidently Steve Whitney knew how the boy felt, for he did not break the silence. But once inside the house Bob realized that it had been a long time since luncheon. “Why, John dear, aren’t you eating anything?” asked Mother that noon. “Lost him,” reported Ted. “Clumsy fool I am!”.
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The boy gave her a squeeze that made her last words come in jerks. “That’s a mean trick to play on a fellow,—chuck such a responsibility on a twelve-year-old. Say I must or I mustn’t, mamma.” He caught her hand and gently tweaked her fingers.I tried logging in using my phone number and I
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“Why, I’d planned a big stock concern, like business men. We’ll build a railroad, telegraph line—that comes first, though; we’ll have gold and copper mines, and a wharf. And next we’ll launch the steamer we’ve been making.”
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“I don’t know. I’ve got to think about it some more. P’r’aps I can get him to explain. I’ll try to.” “Do you mean there’s a chance for a dam?” asked Bob. The young Indian had been right. It was Miguel. Even in the uncertain light Bob could see that he carried a queer-shaped package under his arm. “Don’t you do it! It’s really my turn.”.
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