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Fitzhugh, Percy Keese, 1876-1950

"Roy Blakely, Pathfinder"

"We're having plenty of fun. We don't
need anything." He just went on whittling and looked up kind of funny like,
at Dorry.
"How about you?" he asked. "You saw the picture first, and recognized him.
Come in handy, that hundred, I dare say?"
Dorry just said, "Nix."
"Bully for you," Harry said, and he gave him a push in the chest. Didn't I
tell you I knew how he'd feel about it?
"Well, then," he said, "since you are the only ones who would have any
claims, we'll have to see what kind of a scout the Honorable Mr. Jib Jab
is. I kind of like that fellow's face--"
"Don't you go and ask him to go off to South
Africa with you," I said. Because I knew Harry Donnelle, all right.
"We'll just have to see if he's game for a little conspiracy. I kind of
think from that twinkle in his eye, that he will be. We'll just have to
lay the whole thing before him. We'll tell him about Gaylong and the poor
Church Mice and if he's human-"
"Sure he's human!" I said. "Doesn't he smoke cigarettes and jolly the
freaks, and wink at us and all that? _Sure_ he's human-he's _especially
human!_"

CHAPTER XXVIII
IN THE WOODS
So you see it's best to always think twice before you do a good turn.


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