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Billy sat up and surveyed his companions with disgust. "No ma'am, I won't. Jest wondered where he was, that's all." "Well, I'll just walk along with you as far as the Causeway," said Hinter. "My saddle-horse has wandered off somewhere. I have an idea he made for Ringold's slashing.".
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