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Peaceful cleared his white mustache and beard from a few stray drops of coffee and let his mild blue eyes travel slowly around the table, from one tanned young face to another.
"Now the excitement's all over and done with," he drawled in his half-apologetic tones, "it wouldn't be a bad idea for you boys to get to work and throw the water back where it belongs.

I dunno but what the garden's spoiled already; but the small fruit can be saved." "Clark and I was going up to the Injun camp," spoke up Gene.