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THREE:"Yes," accorded Shorty, with an estimating glance at the direction of the range of hills, "and'll aim at strikin' us at some bridge or deep cut about 10 miles from here."
THREE:"I was born and brought up there, until I went to West Point," answered the Lieutenant, rather uneasily.
THREE:Cadnan understood. "All right," he said, and the three masters left the room without more words. The door shut behind them and Gornom visibly relaxed. Yet there was still wariness behind the old eye. "I work in the field," he said after a second. "I am good worker in the field."
THREE:"Humph," said the woman. "He's run acrost Stevenson's old boar, that runs in them woods up thar, and is mouty savage this time o' year. He'd take a laig offen a youngster quicker'n scat, if he ketched him. He done well to run."
THREE:"Rankin' after me?" inquired Shorty.
THREE:"I'm ready," Norma said. "'Complete and continuing silence.'"
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