"Why didn't you come out when I called you, you young dog?" cried Quilt in a savage tone. '—'They can't,' says I. I bound him up good and tight, stuffed his mouth with a length of rope, taped it shut. Few men could have done as much. I'm a graybeard, an old bachelor; so I am accorded certain privileges.
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