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CHAPTER XI,Then, in a flash, he knew he wasn’t beaten! Far from it. As he yanked off his coat he muttered savagely to himself.,I have contempt for that sort of a woman, and I love Ruth!,Dew-diadem'd.","Yes. Very characteristic. I rank Pellew after Nelson.",Etwald shook his head and smiled.,“Listen, kid! Someone will let you out o’ there before you starve. And I’ll be camped right here until the thing that’s goin’ to happen, happens. You might jest as well make yourself at home and stop worrying, ’cause it won’t get you nowheres. Good night and sweet dreams!”,“Now ef you would jist play ‘Home Sweet Home’ with variations, my dear, we’ll arterwards hev a game of crokinole. Crokinole is sich an amusin’ game.”,Mother put him down on the sofa and washed his hot, tear-stained face. Some time after he exclaimed, “Mother.”,"Battersea!" cried Jen, thunderstruck. "Did he see the body carried off?",She did not answer, and without saying anything more he led her up over the bluff and out on the prairie.,“What has happened to you, Billy?” his mother questioned sharply as she turned at his voice and saw his damaged head. “You’re hurt, Billy!”.