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"W-ell--I reckon , Peter, till Sunday See you at supper, boys"

He hooked a thumb under the shoulder-strap of his basket, pulled it to a more comfortable position, waved his hand in a farewell, which included every living thing within sight of hiebrush to the stable, hu under his breath with the sa

Some time later, he appeared, in the same jovial mood, at the Hart ranch, and found there the welcome which he had counted upon--the welcome which all men received there upon deer taking his ease in Peaceful's arravity, the ins and outs of county politics; his fishing-basket lying on its flat side close to his chair, his rod leaning against the house at his elbow, his heavy pipe dragging down one corner of his loose-lipped ross person surrounded by an at the simple life transiently and by choice, and of lazy enjoy