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The Spirit of the Border

CHAPTER XVII
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In several places clay had fallen from chinks between the timbers, leaving small holes.

Like a snake Joe slipped close to the hut.
Raising his head he looked through one of the cracks.
Instantly he shrank back into the grass, shivering with horror.

He almost choked in his attempt to prevent an outcry..


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