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"Plase God," murmured Harry, "but ut's meself 'll be glad to lave this awful spot; lead on, Billy." In one hand he carried a huge butcher-knife, in the other a long whetstone. More big knives glittered in the leather belt about his waist. "Jest sharpenin' my knives ag'in the hog-killin'," he explained, noting the stranger's startled look. "You mean your horse, Jim," corrected Billy..
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