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A BIT OF PAPER.
Good Indian came out upon the rim-rock, looked down upon the ranch beneath him, and knew, by various little movements about the place, that breakfast was not yet ready.

Gene was carrying two pails of milk to the house, and Wally and Jack were watering the horses that had been stabled overnight.

He was on the point of shouting down to them when his arm was caught tightly from behind.

He wheeled about and confronted Rachel.
Clothed all in dull gray she was, like a savage young Quakeress.