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"Croaker," Erie called. At the sound of her voice the crow stopped trying to tear the nosepiece from the lens and cocked his head side-wise.,

"They're the two who've been workin' his drillin' rig; an' they're the men that robbed the Twin Oaks store.",

"Why, sir," answered the Admiral, "I don't see that we should be late if we did not go at all."

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"Billy," she half-whispered, then hiding her flushed face in her hands she turned and ran from him.,

"Now, you black beggar, I've got you," exulted Billy. This fact did not seem to worry Croaker in the least. His beady eyes were busy searching for signs of his enemy. Ringdo being nowhere visible, his neck feathers gradually lowered and his heavy beak closed. He snuggled close against Billy's face and told him in throaty murmurs how much he loved him. Billy laughed, and seating himself on a log, placed the crow on his knees.,

Billy puckered up his lips, but his effort was a failure. "You try, Maurice," he said, "I can't jest keep the hole in my mouth steady long enough t' whistle.",

"Yep, Jim Scroggie."