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Billy found Croaker just where he thought he would be—clinging to the latch of the menagerie door and peering with one black eye through the chink above it at the owls, the while he hurled guttural insults at them. "It's under the stove. See it?" Again at this ingenuous remark the Admiral and the Captain exchanged a smile..
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