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"Who is that big sucker who grabbed my friend?" the stranger asked Brimstead. "His name is Samson Traylor. Comes from Vermont," was the answer. "He's the dog-gonedest steam engyne of a man I ever see, 'pon my word," said the stranger. "An' he's about the gentlest, womern hearted critter that ever drawed the breath o' life," said Brimstead. "If he don't look out 'Liph Biggs'll kill him certain."
Holmes and I decided to stay back in the tight little isle for a while after that episode, and there in the same old den, at 221-B Baker Street, in the city of London, we were domiciled on that eventful April morning in 1912 that saw us introduced to what turned out to be positively the dog-gonedest, most mixed-up, perplexing, and mysterious case we ever bumped up against in all our long and varied career in Arthur Conan Doyle's dream-pipe.
In front of the Clarendon Hotel he was hailed from the sidewalk by a bad man named Baily, who had big huge teeth and lived at the hotel and had never been in love. "Perry," said the bad man softly when the roadster drew up beside him at the curb, "I've got six quarts of the dog-gonedest champagne you ever tasted.
My God, Anthony, I've been hearing the dog-gonedest stories about you two even out in California and when I get back to New York I find you've sunk absolutely out of sight. Why don't you pull yourself together?" "Now, listen," chattered Anthony unsteadily, "I can't stand a long lecture.
"She's the dog-gonedest thing I ever seed, and jist as putty as a new coffin!" exclaimed one. "Indeed, she's the handsomest trick I ever did blink on," said the second. The two stalwart lumbermen lifted the boat as though she were but a feather, and carried her, jumping from log to log, the whole length of the raft.
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