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While the two men were talking and waiting for Argyl to come in, Tommy Garton, his new legs discarded for the day, was lying on his cot in the back room of the general office, blowing idle puffs of cigarette-smoke at the lamp-chimney, watching the smoke as the hot draft from the flame sent it ceilingward.
"Good and hard, except for the slush at the Boiler and another stretch just below the Cascade." Lapierre rolled a cigarette. "Hear you caught MacNair with the goods at last," he ventured. Ripley nodded. "Looks like it," he admitted. "But what do you mean, 'at last'?" The quarter-breed laughed lightly and blew a cloud of cigarette-smoke ceilingward.
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