"All ready but cappin'. Now, where's the flock?"
dear-mission-number-today, A long, harrowing moment passed. Then quickly and close together four shots rang out. Moll whined dolefully and Billy, peering through the rushes, gave a low whistle of surprise. "Didn't down a single bird," he muttered, "an' by gollies, they've sent 'em right across to us."
◆ Messages, Voice
dear-mission-number-today, Video
dear-mission-number-today
Enjoy voice and video
dear-mission-number-today "Concerning the purported will of the eccentric Mr. Scroggie?" he ventured at length, his host having lapsed into silence..
**********