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"It means, o' course, that we'll get no more fish," spoke up the practical Scraff. "It is not only drink," said Miss Acton. "They tell me he is accustomed to bet very heavily." Tom Holt, the proud possessor of a watch, consulted it. "Ten twelve an' a half," he answered, holding the dial to the moon-light. "Sandtown'll be sound asleep. Come on, let's go down to the lake an' make a haul.".
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