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because he believed the world was only to last ahundred

"Well, there's Nell-- And you said this Gale was a young American. My wife will be scared to death for fear Nell will fall in love with him."

because he believed the world was only to last ahundred

Laddy choked off a laugh, then evidently slapped his knee or Belding's, for there was a resounding smack.

because he believed the world was only to last ahundred

"He's a fine-spoken, good-looking chap, you said?" went on Belding.

because he believed the world was only to last ahundred

"Shore he is," said Laddy, warmly. "What do you say, Jim?"

By this time Dick Gale's ears began to burn and he was trying to make himself deaf when he wanted to hear every little word.

"Husky young fellow, nice voice, steady, clear eyes, kinda proud, I thought, an' some handsome, he was," replied Jim Lash.

"Maybe I ought to think twice before taking a stranger into my family," said Belding, seriously. "Well, I guess he's all right, Laddy, being the cavalryman's friend. No bum or lunger? He must be all right?"

"Bum? Lunger? Say, didn't I tell you I shook hands with this boy an' was plumb glad to meet him?" demanded Laddy, with considerable heat. Manifestly he had been affronted. "Tom Beldin', he's a gentleman, an' he could lick you in-- in half a second. How about that, Jim?"

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