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Prisoners of Chance

CHAPTER XIII
12/13

Deer--'tis best turned upon a spit, with live coats not quite touching it.

I would one might wander before your gun this very night.

Young man, did I not hear you name the destination of your party as the Ohio ?" "I so stated." "Then let me warn you, friend," he crossed his legs more comfortably, resting back at ease, "that what you propose may not prove so easy as you dream.

The Amalekites and heathen, together with the worshippers of Baal, are everywhere along the upper waters.

By the memory of Old Noll, I have seen more black-faced papists in the past two weeks than I ever before laid eyes on." "You do not enjoy the prospect of a fight ?" "Nay; it is not that, friend.


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