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“Music? Is there to be music?” The man then showed Johnny over the whole steamer. Above one of the hammocks hung a picture of the same two boys; and when they came to this, the man laughed again and laid his hand upon his heart. The work on the dam had gone smoothly since Mr. Whitney had taken the job over. Except for minor accidents, nothing really bothersome had happened to delay the work in any way, yet Bob, who was now constantly with the Chief, realized that something was bothering the man he was so fond of. Gone was the half chummy, half paternal air of Mr. Whitney. He was irritable and not at all himself..
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Uncle Isaac roused up. “No, no, my boy! Let go the lamp! Let go instantly!” Mr. Hazard had grown lonely for his son and had come out to see him on the job and to have the long ride homeward with him across the continent. “P’r’aps—p’r’aps it goes through a cave,” suggested Bob. “I’ve read about underground rivers, haven’t you?” AN ODE.
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