FORE:MRS. G.: Money won't do them any good. No. What we need is the government, to do something about this."GREAT Jehosephat, how hungry I am," suddenly ejaculated Shorty, stopping his cheering, as the thunder of the guns died away into an occasional shot after the rebels galloping back to the distant woods on the ridge from which they had emerged.
FORE:"You want to learn," Marvor said. "Then learn what they know.""What's size got to do with gittin' breakfast?" complained Harry Joslyn, who had another grievance, now that he had again been disappointed in hanging a guerrilla. "Biggest boys'll git there first and get the most to eat. The rest of us need just as much as they do."
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THREE:Shorty lifted the canteen to his lips and Groundhog clasped his throat with his thumb on Adam's apple. When Shorty got his breath he sputtered:As matters turned out, of course, he need not have worried. The meeting he was waiting for never happened.
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