woodcorn

Updated: May 29, 2025

Cornwood, glancing at me, as though he expected me to approve this position, which I certainly did, though I said nothing. "I will bet five dollars agin three the feller gits out in less than three days, Mr. Woodcorn," persisted Captain Boomsby. I could not see what the captain was driving at, unless it was to vex the Floridian by miscalling his name. I had known him to do the same thing before.

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