"Nice boys don't fight." Billy shifted his feet uneasily, the movement bringing him a step or two closer to the other.,
"Do you expect to kill any ducks with that old iron?" he sneered, looking hard at Billy.,
Harry wavered. "And if I be tellin' ye," he compromised, "ye'll be givin' a promise not to pass it along, thin? Wull ye now?".
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