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THREE:"We don't have to go over that brush, then?" said Alf Russell, with an expression of deep relief. "I'm so glad. Great Jerusalem, how my wound begins to ache again. You fellows oughtn't to laugh at my wound. You don't know how it hurts to have all those delicate nerves torn up."
THREE:"Hadn't we batter take our guns along?" suggested Monty, holding on to his with grim fearfulness.
TWO:"All right. Sheriff; we'll be right down," responded Si with alacrity. "Git together a few of the boys, and we'll stand off the Knights. There won't be much trouble, I think.""I will change the way things are," Marvor said. He spoke now more softly still. "Do you want to be a master?"