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” “He certainly did not follow you out,” Brendon answered. ‘Ask him. In the midst of them there was a cart with a man in it—and that man was Jack—my son Jack—they were going to hang him. "My chickens are hatched, or, at least, nearly so," replied Shotbolt, with increased merriment. The young man entered into a lively little war of words with a yellow-haired young person near the door. "You may," replied Jack: "I'll fight for you to the last gasp. "Get ready your heaviest irons, Austin.
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