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Updated: May 22, 2025

Uncle Sam did not answer. "Anyway, you're all right," Tom panted; "only my arm is worse than your old mud-guard. We're a pair of Can't you speak?" he added breathing the deadly fatigue he felt and putting his foot upon the pedal. "What do you say? Huh?" And then Uncle Sam answered. "Tk-tk-tk-tk-tk-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r Never mind your arm. Come ahead hurry," he seemed to say.

Percy Keese Fitzhugh - Tom Slade, Motorcycle Dispatch Bearer