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had such wild and thrilling tales to tell out of
his own life. But as it was beginning to grow
dark they felt they must depart, and got up to
say goodbye. One of their deer they left with
their new friend, however, and so lightened
their own load.

A couple of miles brought them in sight of
the red light that was streaming from the win-
dows of the eating house, and a few minutes
later they were at the door. The proprietor
was there to meet them with a smile like a
wreath around his chubby face when he saw
what they had on their sled.

In a few eager words they told about their
hunt and the subsequent visit to the lone miner
hidden among the creekside bushes.

-. “Sounds like Gentleman Fred,” said Hunky-
dory after he had asked them two or three
questions. “Sounds mighty like him; though
I sure reckoned he was dead and gone before
this.” ‘Then he suddenly raised his voice to a
high squeal, “Hey, Mrs. Mulligan, come here,
ma’am, come here; there’s news for you!”

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