"Yep, cross my heart, an' spit on my thumb," grinned Billy.,
"I'll be movin' now," he said, as he wiped his mouth on a tattered sleeve. "God kape you safe, Caleb Spencer, an' may yer whisky-barrel niver run dhry.",
"What?" The deacon gripped the boy's arm and shook him. "What's that you say?" he questioned eagerly..
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