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"I've g-got a b-bunny, a-and it f-fell in the g-grease box a-and we c-can't wash it off, a-and h-he's asleep now. C-can I g-give my b-bunny some b-bacon, Mister G-godsend?" The woman laughed, and Jack dear laughed, and Casey himself grinned sheepishly. Casey did not want to be called a godsend, and he hated the term "Mister" when applied to himself.
Brown roughly jerked his gun from out its holster, holding the shining weapon up into the starlight. "No, he didn't; not that one," he growled fiercely, his glance falling again upon the upturned features of the dead girl. "I saw him out thar runnin' toward our shaft-hole; h-he's up t-ter more d-deviltry. Y-you take k-keer o' her." His voice broke, then rang out strong.
"Whatever is the the matter, Tommy?" for the little fellow was crying softly. He was a most cherubic looking child, with a pink and white face, yellow curls that swept the clean collar of his shirt-waist, and a plump, "hug-able" little body. "Yes, what is the matter, dear?" begged Jess Morse. "H-he's gone an' cut off th-the tails of the pu-puppies," sobbed Master Tommy, his breast heaving.
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