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TWO:"It is better to be master than slave," Marvor said sullenly."Don't mind him. He's only a staff officer. He can't order you. Go ahead," shouted the rest.
TWO:"Purty slouchy bizniss that, givin' these kids guns before they've had any drill at alldon't know even the facin's, let alone the manual of arms," remarked Shorty doubtfully, as they marched over to the shed. "They'll be shooting holes through each others' heads and the tops o' the cars, and'll waste more ammynition than a six-mule team kin haul. They'll make a regler Fourth o' July from here to Chattynoogy.""Now give us some catridges," clamored the boys, "and let us do some real shooting."
THREE:"No; I won't do it."Shorty and the others walked up to the fence and looked over. There was the old razor-back King of the woods still raging around sniffing the air of combat.
THREE:"But how're we to know that you're right every time," argued Monty Scruggs.Shorty anxiously scanned the field in every direction, but without his eyes being gladdened by the sight of the boy.
