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there was only three again; and White-Shirt plugs another, and he upended and investigated the material of the side-walk with the back of his head, and then there was two. And now to them two was added about three hundred women, and five hundred chaps in white shirts, and a thousand police, and me and one of the remaining gang went waltzing through 'em, and my own big White-Shirt he had the other. And I lands mine again and again with the butt, and then I got that mad I said to myself I'd shoot and kill. And I shot, but didn't kill, for White-Shirt did up his man and knocked up my arm as my gun went off into the air. And we all went down in a heap, us and the thousand police as they calls the bulls. And I owns I knows no more, for they squeezed the life out of me, tons of 'em. And when I came to, I and White-Shirt was bein' led gently up steps in a dark court, and so far's I reklec' we had an interview with a very fierce white-head old jayhawk at a table, and I hears White-Shirt say very angry, 'If you won't bail my friend out, I'll be derned if
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