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dle—iron beds, one above the other, with scanty mattresses. The odor was not pleasant.
"See here," Guinea whispered and pointed; "a man that had any sense could crawl back in that corner. They must take us for suckers; we ain't going to be strangled, and maybe get three fingers chopped off."
"I'll show 'em; I'll show 'em," Old Reliable mumbled and shook his head.
Ryan climbed back to the deck, with Old Reliable following him. But Zack felt safer, now that he'd picked a good place to hide.
