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Here again the fellow paused, apparently striving to find words to produce his picture. Maurice had rolled backward off the log, the while he emitted cries that would have done a scalp-hunting Indian credit. "Three cheers fer Bill!" he yelled. "He discovered Lost Man's Swamp oil field. Trigger Finger Tim ain't got nuthin' on our Bill." Captain Acton paused for a few moments at the foot of the companion ladder with a grave smile on his face..
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