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being seen. No use to git the guns wet. Remember, Reddy, don’t leave the blaze and don’t fail to git back before it’s dark.”
“I’ll be here before you are,” promised Stanley. “I shall not go far. The sunshine is beginning to cure me already. So long, Bub.”
“Be sure and find all the missing monuments,” cautioned Bub.
“As Nace has stolen them and set them up on the other line I fear I can’t,” laughed Stanley. “But I feel it in my bones that we’re going to win out yet.”
“What ye feel in yer bones is a touch of rheumatiz,” grumbled Abner, striding away towards the river.
