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His dark eyes glowed, and he showed his white teeth as he struck at ain; but I avoided the blows as I wrestled with hith, helped by the work I had had in Old

Brownsot hold of the cane, forced open his

hand, and wrested it away

I re that caing it doith allhand froht my arm, ran down it to the wrist and hand, wrested the

cane away, and swungvery red in the face, and frowning at ?" he cried "Do you knoho that is?"

"He struckpeaches"

"I was not; I was picking one up"

"He was stealing them Just look what he has done"

"I did not do it, Mr Solomon," I cried "It was he"

"Oh, what a cracker, Brownie! I caht him at it; and because

I said he was a thief he hit at et the cane? Why, it's yours," said Mr Solo peach"

"Get out! It was he Take hiht him at it"

Mr Solomon stooped and picked up the bruised and fallen peaches, laid

them on a shelf, and then took out his knife and cut away the broken

bough neatly