But it wasn't until one day that he--that's me--ran across one of that crew in Frisco.

'Hallo, Cranch,' sez he to me, 'so you got away, didn't you?
And how's the cap'en's baby?
Grown a young gal by this time, ain't she ?' 'What are you talkin about,' ez I; 'how should I know ?' He draws away from me, and sez, 'D--- it,' sez he, 'you don't mean that you'.

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I grabs him by the throat and makes him tell me all.