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The little animal had hopped briskly over the snow, coming within sight of the Grammar School boys. Ears pointing straight up, the rabbit sat on its haunches, curiously gazing at these humans. "Tom! Psst! ps-st! Halt!" called Harry hoarsely over the snow. "Hey?" answered Reade, and all four came to a halt. "There's a rabbit," called Harry softly, pointing. "Bless me, so there is," agreed Tom.
"Ps-st! Captain!" "Masters!" "You got my short-wave call, I see. I was afraid you would be asleep. He came late, but he's in the tunnel now." "Who is it?" "The fellow we've suspected all along. Poses as an ignorant laborer, but he's not ignorant by a long shot. His name is Hank Norden." Masters pointed toward a clump of bushes. As he did, he caught the captain's arm with his left hand.
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