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"And that was the reason for sailing which he gave you?" said Captain Acton. "No, I don't either, I mean his and Scroggie's game; of course Scroggie's behind him." "An' when'll that be, Harry?".
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Wilson stepped out into the spicy summer darkness and went slowly down the path to the barn. As far as eye could reach, through the partially cleared forest, tiny clearing fires glowed up through the darkness, seeming to vie with big low hanging stars. The pungent smoke of burning log and sward mingled pleasantly with the scent of fern and wild blossoms. The deacon sat silent, thinking. "What's their game, Tom?" he asked suddenly. "Well, it's time you did think. Now you know that ol' Scroggie left him everythin' he owned, don't you?" Mrs. Keeler, who was doing her best to catch what her neighbor was saying, lifted her head as the two wet and tired boys entered the room..
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