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Bud, his sleeves rolled up, his hair ru thick on his forehead, stood over him with his hands on his

hips, the picture of perturbed helplessness

"You doggone little devil!" he breathed, his mind torn between amusement

and exasperation "If you was my own kid, I'd spank yuh! But," he added

with a little chuckle, "if you was my own kid, I'd tell the world you

come by that te dejected on the side of his own bunk, lifted his head, and

after that his hawklike brows, and stared from the face of Bud to

the face of Lovin Child For the first time he was struck with the

resemblance between the two The twinkle in the eyes, the quirk of

the lips, the shape of the forehead and, e a secret joke, struck him with a kind of shock If

it were possible But, even in the delirium of fever, Bud had never

hinted that he had a child, or a wife even He had firmly planted in

Cash's mind the impression that his life had never held any close

ties whatsoever So, lacking the clue, Cash only wondered and did not

suspect

What ly caused all