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I was the Flail of the Lord

           Yousee,betweenyouan’meclose-tiled,IlookonthisSouthAmericanbusinessasamightyseriousthing,andifIhaveapalwithmeIwantamanIcanbankon.SoIsizedyoudown,andI’mboundtosaythatyoucamewelloutofit.Yousee,it’salluptoyouandme,forthisoldSummerleemanwillwantdry-nursin’fromthefirst.Bytheway,areyoubyanychancetheMalonewhoisexpectedtogethisRugbycapforIreland?"

           "Areserve,perhaps."

           "IthoughtIrememberedyourface.Why,IwastherewhenyougotthattryagainstRichmondasfineaswervin’runasIsawthewholeseason.InevermissaRugbymatchifIcanhelpit,foritisthemanliestgamewehaveleft.Well,Ididn’taskyouinherejusttotalksport.We’vegottofixourbusiness.Herearethesailin’s,onthefirstpageoftheTimes.There’saBoothboatforParanextWednesdayweek,andiftheProfessorandyoucanworkit,Ithinkweshouldtakeitwhat?Verygood,I’llfixitwithhim.Whataboutyouroutfit?"

           "Mypaperwillseetothat."

           "Canyoushoot?"

           "AboutaverageTerritorialstandard."

           "GoodLord!asbadasthat?It’sthelastthingyouyoungfellahsthinkoflearnin’.You’reallbeeswithoutstings,sofaraslookin’afterthehivegoes.You’lllooksilly,someo’thesedays,whensomeonecomesalongan’sneaksthehoney.Butyou’llneedtoholdyourgunstraightinSouthAmerica,for,unlessourfriendtheProfessorisamadmanoraliar,wemayseesomequeerthingsbeforewegetback.Whatgunhaveyou?"

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