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you threw the shot on my neck and Doc- 

 tor here fired a gun off at the same time 

 to make me believe I was killed out- 

 right; perhaps 't ain't true, boy, per- 

 haps 't ain't true. But don't let me 

 forget what that Will Gray said about 

 us," continued the old man, making 

 ready to do away with his share of the 

 lobster and green chicory; " that Will 

 Gray talkin' 'bout drinkin' an' lyin' 

 he 's drinked more 'n all o' us, an' he 's 

 tol' more lies than a press agent ever 

 dreamed o' tellin'. Cuss him! I 'm 

 half a mind to give up this trip to tell 

 him what I think of him." 



" Yes," laughed Bradley, " I can pic- 

 ture you giving up a shooting trip! 

 Seth, that 's the best thing he 's said in a 

 week." 



And so for a full two hours these good 

 spirits chatted away in burlesque abuse 

 of themselves and their friends, every 

 word or two being interrupted by hearty 

 laughter and by this one or that one of 





