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"Thanks," he whispered. Then, hospitality his first thought, he motioned towards a chair. Hinter sat down. "Well, by ding! I don't know but what I do mind. What if you should take a notion, some day, to carve up the side of this buildin', hey?" "What! Was he throwin' clubs at my coon?" Billy shouted..
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