THE RUNNING PILL
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"Here, Effendi." Said bowed low before his master. Zack wanted to laugh but received his servant with impressive solemnity.
Nobody paid attention to Zack; he was not getting his due attention. So Old Reliable drew out a broken cigar, licked it all around to make it draw, then fired up. "Come 'long, nigger," he ordered; and puffing, like a switch-engine, Old Reliable turned to enter the Grand Hotel Rameses.
