"What you talkin' 'bout, Bill? What thing? Who's it been clawin'? Hurry up, tell me.",
Keeler thrust out a huge hand. "That's me," he answered. "You're jest in time fer breakfast. It's nigh ready. Come 'round back an' wash up. Maurice, go put the teacher's horse in the stable an' give him a feed.",
Billy turned quickly. "No more of that," he said. "This is my funeral—and the teacher's. Everybody else keep out of it.".
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