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Chapter IV

           BecauseFreckleswasIrish,itwasimpossibletodoitsilently,sopresentlyhiscleartenorrangout,thoughtherewerebadcatcheswherehewashardpressedforbreath:

           “ItwastheDutch.ItwastheDutch.

           DoyouthinkitwastheIrishholleredhelp?

           Notmuch!

           ItwastheDutch.ItwastheDutch——”

           Wessnerturnedandmumbled:“Whatyoufollowingmefor?Whatareyougoingtodowithme?”

           FrecklescalledtheLimberlosttowitness:“How’sthatfortheingratitudeofabeast?Andmetroublingmesilftoshowhimoffmeterritorywiththehonorsofwar!”

           Thenhechangedhistonecompletelyandadded:“Belikeit’sthis,Freddy.Yousee,theBossmightcomeridingdownthistrailanyminute,andthelittlemare’ssowheedlesomethatifshe’dcomeontoyouinyourprisintstateallofasudden,she’dstopthatshortshe’dsendMr.McLeanoutovertheearsofher.Nodisparagementintindedtothesinseofthemare!”headdedhastily.

           Wessnerbelchedafearfuloath,whileFreckleslaughedmerrily.

           “That’sasampleofthethanksagenerousact’salwaysforgetting,”hecontinued.“Here’smeneglictin’meworktoeschortyououtproper,andyousayingsuchawfulwordsFreddy,”hedemandedsternly,“doyouwantmetosoapoutyourmouth?Youdon’tseemtoberealizingit,butifyouwastobuckintoMr.

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