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A TALE OF
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RANDOLPH
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Copyright, 1914, by the Bobbs-
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SYNOPSIS
Sledge, & typical politician, becomes in-
fatuated with Molly Marley, daughter of
a street car company president. He sends
her red roses.
On Molly’s invitation Sledge attends a
party.
thanks -Sledge for his kindness, and then
he proposes marriage. Her refusal Is
treated as only temporary by Sledge.
Molly attends the ‘governor's ball, and
her attractiveness results in her climbing
the dizzy heights of popularity. The no-
table respect accorded Sledge, however,
perplexes A
Sledge moves for the car company’s re-
ol ization. ‘He asks Marley for Molly's
hand, but is refused. Having financially
ruinéd Bert Glider, Sledge threatens to do
the same to Marley.
Marley's loans are ordered called by
Sledge. Feeder, who receives a salary for
keeping quiet about the public fund scan-
dal, confesses during Sledge’s questioning
and is roughly handled.
Molly becomes angry at her father’s ob-
vious fear of Sledge. He tells her to mar-
ry him, but she refuses and sugs: a
«ght on Sledge, which encburages rarer
Sledge visits Bozzam, and a heated ar-
gument arises. The chief finds Bozzam
is working against him. The reorganized
railway company stockholders meet. Mar-
Woy presides, and Sledge is present.
The two votes of Marley and Bert Glid-
er are sufficient to carry the amendment
to the resolution for the purchase of the
franchise for $50,000 cash.
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CHAPTER VIII.
The Stockholders Wield Their Mighty
Ballots.
I" a slight feeling of panic threat-
ened Sledge when he stepped into |
the stockholders’ meeting of the |
reorganized street railway com-
pany nobody knew it, for he sat off to
one side of the president's table, fac-
ing the gathering, as heavily indiffer-
ent as ever, his big face expression-
less and his small gray eyes gazing
steadily straight ahead at nothing.
Marley was far more nervous than
he, waiting impatiently, gavel in hand,
for Acting Secretary Hunt to finish
his ‘tedious job of clerical work. Con-
siderable stock had been brought in
to be entered on the books, and, as the
certificates were displayed to him,
Hunt, with a lavender silk handker-
chief tucked in his cuff, looked occa-
sionally across at Sledge, evidently
worried that he could not catch the
eye of the big chief. .
Bert Glider was the last man in line
at Hunt's desk, and as he handed over
a large bundle of certificates Hunt
glanced at the name on the back of the
top one and coughed loudly. He
scraped his chair. He dropped his
corporate seal on the floor with a loud
but Sledge looked straight
ahead. Whatever had happened to
him he would know in good time, bat
in the meantimé he was going to rest
mind and body and nerves, and, if the
big boss had one faculty which more
than another had helped him to suc-
cess, this was it—his putty-like iner-
tia.
Marley, waiting, gavel in hand and
pulling with rapid strokes at his
goatee, watched this little tabieau un-
til, with another perspiring glance at
Sledge, Hunt handed back the bunch
of certificates to Glider and closed his
books. Then, at last, the president's
gavel fell, and he announced the spe-
cial stockholders’ meeting of the Ring
City Street Railway company open for
business.
Immediately he made a neat littie
the
stanch investors, who had believed in
the future of their heretofore prosper-
ion well enough to hold
to their stock or to purchase more in
It was
true that certain purely manipulative
had seemed to militate
against the company and had tempo-
rarily depressed the market value of
speech to his faithful friends,
ous organiz
the face of apparent adversity.
transactions
its stock.
Bendix stole a sly look at Sledge.
He had never batted an eyelash.
However. the president went on, the
stock was still
there, and, with that thought constant-
ly in mind, there was no need for a
The stock was, worth and
The improve-
reorganization
had been made, were to be carried out,
and others vastly greater were in im-
intrinsic value of the
panic.
should command par.
ments, for which the
mediate contemplation.
It was a hopeful speech, a rousing
speech, a reassuring speech, and Presi-
dent Marley felt when he sat down.
bathed in self approbation and per-
spiration. that. there being six re-
porters present by special invitation,
he had raised the market value of his
stock from ten to fifteen points.
So impressive was his speech that
little Henry Peters, whose cheeks were
shrunken and pale and whose wrinkle
framed eyes were Dbleared from the
loss ‘of sleep. turned to his nearest
neighbor and said. with a sigh of re-
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lef: | one. My brother-in-law give ‘em to | ing, he might withdraw his generous
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“I'm glad 1 didn’t sell my stock day | me. : : : offer and walk out, leaving them doom-
before yesterday I almost took thir- | Mr. Marley introduced the cailer in | ed to extinction by his mighty rivalry.
ty-five for it. but the man didn’t come | a few, neat. aseptic words. He had “Albert T. Glider.’ called the secre-
back.” met Mr. Bozzam socially and only | ¢ary. “a thousand shares.”
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Before the crowd disperses Molly .
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His neighbor, «. wattle necked wan’
with a crooked nose and towlike hair
which swept down his forehead and
curled up over his eyebrows, said
through his nose, like the wheeze of a
penny whistle: :
“Nyah; everything's all talk.”
Up rose Attorney Tucker, a sharp
nosed little man with beady eyes and
the crisp business air which frowns
on a smile and hates a holiday. |
Let his fellow stockholders beware
of too much optimism. He himself
had been, next to President Marley,
the largest individual holder of stock
in the company. He had sold all but
an extremely small portion before the
panic and wishéd that he had sold the
balance, for the outlook was very
gloomy. He did not wish to make his
remarks in the form of a personal ti-
rade, but he did feel it necessary to
point out that the downfall and ulti-
mate ruination of their company was
due, not to mismanagement, but.to
political manipulation.
“Let me tell you the truth!” he
shouted. “We have with us today,
at this very meeting, a man of tremen-
dous power and influence; a politician
of national renown; one who is at this
moment under the searching eye of
the law; an omnipotent friend and a
relentless foe, and this man has cho-
sen, for reasons of his own, to wreck,
and devastate and turn to useless rust
the Ring City Street railway com-
pany.”
Every eye was turned to Sledge, but
that omnipotent friend and relentless
foe, without moving a corpuscle, gazed
straight ahead at nothing.
“He is no friend of the working
man!” swore little Henry Peters.
As if infuriated by his impassive-
ness, Attorney Tucker, who was paid
by Sledge for the purpose, figuratively
ripped the big boss up the back, skin-
ned him alive, hung up his hide to dry,
and scattered his ashes to the winds,
painting him as an insatiable monster.
and chiefly calling attention to his hab-
its of ruthless devastation. Wherever
the present street car company had a
line the new one would have one on
an adjoining street, with newer and
better and swifter cars, and a closer
schedule, and unless something radical
were done he would not give a con-
tinental cuss per bale for. the stock.of
the now rapidly dying Ring City Street
Railway company.
A long low sigh, like the midnight
soughing in a churchyard, arose from
that meeting, as Attorney Tucker sat
down. Little Henry Peters, with a
livid face, clutched the arm of his
wattle necked neighbor,
“If that man had only come back
I could have got thirty-five for my
stock!’ he wailed. “I’m ruined. I
shall lose my home! Frank Marley is
a rotten business man!”
“Yeh!” intoned the crooked nosed
one. “They're all thieves.”
Jim Delancy, who, with a clear eye
and a straight countenance, could make
louder speeches than any man in the
Eighth ward, painted even a blacker
picture than Attorney Tucker, and
when he sat down he had bankrupted
every stockholder within the sound of
his voice. It even semed incredible
that a street car should still be whiz-
zing outside. Little Henry Peters sat
numbly, with his hair clutched in his
| hands. If he could have swapped his
| $9,000 worth of street railway stock for
a jackknife with two broken blades his
conscience would have hurt him, and
every stockholder was in his class.
Misery sat enthroned on every counte-
nance. :
Daniel B. Atkins, a rising young law-
yer, with no capital but an empty con-
science and a silver tongue, was the
first individual since Marley to offer a
gleam of hope. ;
He admitted all that the preceding
gentlemen had said and believed, him-
self, that the company was reduced to
pauperism unless something radical
could be done. He had believed this
so thoroughly that he had lain awake
nights trying to evolve a plan for their
salvation.
He had evolved it—a scheme where-
by the company could not only raise its
stock to par, but place it at a premium;
whereby the company could become a
monopoly and extend its business to
meet the growing demands of the city
and become again a 7 per cent divi-
dend concern, capable of piling up
again a tremendous construction sur-
plus. On his own responsibility he had
gone to the organizer of the rival new
company and had labored with him for
hours to persuade him to come to this
meeting and lay before it a rather nov-
el but life saving proposition. Would
the stockholders permit him to intro-
duce the eminent promoter and organ-
izer, Mr. Bozzam, who would present
his proposition in person?
The stockholders would. They said
so, with so vociferous and almost tear-
ful a clamor that President Marley
could scarcely make himself heard to
obtain a formal vote on the proposi-
tion.
Mr. Bozzam entered. with his hair
not too smoothly brushed nor his
clothes not so immaculate, but he look-
ed businesslike and sat down quietly
in the seat courteously offered him by
President Marley. He was a wide
" Peters was for purchasing the fran-
hoped that he would prove as pleasant
commercially.
Laughing gracefully at this clever
turn of speech, Mr. Bozzam continued
the introduction himself, stating exact-
ly who and what he was—an organizer,
representing a group of eastern capi-
talists devoted to the promotion and
extension of the, street railway indus-
tries. Back of his backers were cer-
tain huge electrical, steel and car
building industries. It had been his
pleasure to organize and to put in
shape for immediate construction op-
erations a new company in their own
thriving city. They were ready to be-
gin laying rails at once, but it had been
earnestly represented to him that the
manufacturing interests: of his group;
of capitalists would be just as welly
served by permitting the new lines to
be erected by the old company, and
after a conference with his principals
it had been decided that if the Ring
City Street Railway company, wished,
to monopolize. their legitimately .an-,
ticipated profits this could be done by
the purchase of their franchises and
good will at a purely nominal figure.
A buzz of satisfaction followed this
magnanimous offer, and little Henry
chises immediately.
“I'd have lost all my years of sav-
ing if I'd sold my stock at thirty-five,”
he told his neighbor.
“I don't understand it, but it's a
skin game,’ announced the crooked
nose man. “Who is this fellow, any-
how?”
. Mr. Marley turned to Mr. Bozzam,
with the frank smile of a gentleman.
“And how much would your company:
consider a merely nominal figure?’ he
inquired, with smoothness.
“Pwo hundred and fifty thousand
dollars cash,” stated Bozzam lightly.
Young Daniel B. Atkins immediately
moved to accept that price.
“No!” hotly yelled Bert Glider.
“I second the motion,” announced At-
torney Tucker.
“It Has been moved and seconded
that we purchase the franchises and
good will of the street car company
represented by Mr. Bozzam for the
sum of $250,000.cash,” stated Presi-
dent Marley, looking about him with
cool aloofness. ‘Are there any re-
marks?”
There were—a perfect pandemonium
of them—and out of the battle Presi-
dent Marley recognized Attorney Tuck-
er.
Attorney Tucker begged leave of the
chair to ask Mr. Bozzam just one ques-
tion and received fit.
“Have you named your bottom fig-
ure?” he wanted to know.
“Positively!” declared Mr, Bozzam,
with vast firmnéss.
“One more question. Are you em-
powered to close this deal?”
“I am,” replied Mr. Bozzam.
a free hand.”
Sledge almost looked at the genial
promoter.
“Then we must pay the price,” fer-
vently asserted Attorney Tucker, ‘This
is a gleam of hope in the darkness, a
way out of our difficulties, a solution
to our troubles. We have the cash
to purchase these franchises, which will
give us a practical monopoly of the
city’s street car business. We can ei-
ther increase our capitalization or issue
bonds to pay for our extensions, and,
in the meantime, the moment we con-
clude this deal our stock jumps back
to par.”
Loud cries of “Question!” came from
all over the hall, and little Henry Pe-
ters, after the demand had started.
shouted louder than anybody.
Young Daniel B. Atkins wanted to
make a speech and was granted that
privilege.
He was more enthusiastic about pay-
ing out that $250,000 than anybody,
and, being a professional whooper-up,
he used his clarion voice and silver
tongue to such good advantage that
the throng was with difficulty restrain-
ed from rushing up to Bozzam and
paying him the money on the spot.
In defiance of the madly expressed
wishes of the multitude, however, Pres-
ident Marley recognized Bert Glider.
“Move to amend the resolution to
read fifty thousand in place of two
hundred and fifty!" he shouted.
“Second the motion!" yelled a big
mouthed young man sitting next’ to
him.
“Mr. President,” exclaimed Mr. Boz-
zam, rising to his feet, ‘‘that amend-
ment is positively useless.”
A frantic hubbub arose. The hall
was a sea of open mouths. Little
Henry Peters held his mouth open
wider than any stockholder present.
One could see his tonsils perfectly.
He was helping to howl down Bert
Glider’s absurd amendment.
President Marley tapped his gavel
energetically.
“I perceive that it is useless to
waste time on speeches against this
amendment,” he announced. ‘‘Are
there any remarks to be made in favor
of it? The chair will permit five min-
utes for such argument.” He waited
a moment. No one arose. Attorney
Tucker stood up.
“If the chair please’’— he began.
“Are you about to speak in favor of
this amendment?’ interrupted the
chair.
“No,” replied Attorney Tucker.
“1 have
shouldered man, with a pleasant coun-
tenance and a good forehead, who look-
ed as if he had muscles under his coat,
liked by the con-
Peters judged
that he was a keen business man, but
and he was well
course. Little Henry
square and said so.
“Wagh!" nasaled
neighbor. ‘1 wouldn't trust anybody.’
“How many shares of stock have
you got?’ asked little Henry.
“Three,”
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“The chair refuses to recognize the
gentleman,” announced the president.
“The secretary will take a roll call
vote on the amendment.”
They endured that as men do. onl)
venting their emotions by the vche
mence of their “No!” on the roll call
vote. A scant few had the temerity to
vote “Yes” and were nearly mobbed
for their daring. The most of them
kept their eyes on Bozzam in fearful
anxiety lest, offended by this proceed-
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“Yes,” voted Bert and curled both
sides of his mustache, looking across at
Sledge and grinning. He had the in-
tense satisfaction of seeing Sledge
turn, but was disappointed after all.
Sledge did not look at him, but .at
Hunt.
There followed another wilderness of
“No’s!” veied by holders of from five
to a hundred shares cach,
“B. Franklin Marley,” called Hunt,
and this time he caught Sledge’s eye,
“4,020 shares.”
“Yes!” voted Marley, with a snarling-
ly triumphant laugh at Sledge, a laugh
which showed his teeth and made his
i1ose an acure triangle down over them,
like the point of a pen.
CHAPTER IX.
Sledge Rises to Emergency.
LEDGE walked across to the sec-
,, retary’s desk while the balance
of the rabble were shouting
“No!” end conferred with Hunt
a moment; then he went back to his
chair and gazed steadily straight ahead
at nothing. His small gray eyes had
no more gleam in them than a dusty
marble.
Hunt announced the net result of the
vote, but Sledge paid no attention to
Gosche
“It looks like we're up against it,” he
stated.
the figures. The two votes of Marley
and Bert Glider had been sufficient to
carry the amendment against the other
200 stockholders.
“We will now vote on the original
motion as amended,” observed Marley.
“The motion carries!” Marley was
pleased fg state, after the dazed stock-
holders hadsshouted “No!” to their
names. "Gentlemen, it is useless for us
to waste time except for the matter of
formal record over such matters as
this. Heretofore I have been helpless.
but today, for the first time in the his-
tory of this company, I control the ma-
jority of the stock, and my vote is suf-
ficient to carry or defeat any question.
To begin with, I refuse to be held up.
1 am willing to pay $50,000, for the
franchises are worth $50,000 to us, but
1 won't pay a cent more. That's flat.”
“It looks like we're up against it,” he
stated. “I guess fifty thousand’s the
best we can do.”
“Hunh!” grunted Sledge.
“Mr. President,” said Bozzam, rising
to his feet, “since the matter seems to
be entirely in your hands, allow me to
ask if that is your ultimatum?”
“It is," announced Marley, glancing
at him with only the faint suspicion of
a twinkle in his eye.
“Then 1 must beg time to confer
again with my principals.”
Again the trace of a twinkle escaped
Marley's eyes.
“There is a time limit on my ultima-
tum,” he returned. “You stated that
vou were empowered to act. I'll give
you five minutes to make up your mind.
After that my offer is withdrawn.”
Mr. Bozzam quite obviously . strug-
gled with his pride.
“I accept,” said he, turning both his
palms upward.
A cheer, loud and prolonged, greeted
that humiliating capitulation. In the
midst of it the huge Sledge arose, his
mere bulk a symbol of disaster.
“Nix!” he thundered, and departed.
* * * * * * *
Both Phil and Blondy wore sincerely
mournful faces when Sledge walked
through to the back room the next day.
“He's game.. all right.” commented
Phil.
“You couldn’t make him holler if you
cut his head off,” replied Blondy. pol
ishing a glass so vigorously that it
burned his hand. “I wonder how Boh
{s this morning.”
“Must be dead, from what the papers
paid,” judged Phil
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hurried: with it into the little back
room just five steps in front of Adolph,
who had been making change for an
early lunch customer.
Sledge sat in his accustomed seat, but
he was not looking out at the hand hole
in the gate. For the first time in all
their acquaintance Phil saw the chief
with his chin sunk on his collar. He
industriously wiped a dry spot moist
to set the wet stein on, but Sledge
made no movement, even of his eyes,
and Phil, who had come in with the
express intention of asking about the
dog, changed his mind and turned to
tiptoe away. Adolph, however, was
more persistent in his eagerness.
“How’s Bob this morning?’ he asked
in that particularly hushed tone one
uses in inquiring about the critical ill-
ness of near and dear relatives.
The mighty breast of Sledge heaved
with a long, full sigh. :
“He’s all right,”” he grumbled. ‘Not
a whimper out of him. Call up and
find out.”
“Ask for Mike?" suggested Phil
“Naw, he may be asleep.”
“That’s right.” apologized Phil. “I
know Mike. He¢ hasn’t slept nor eaten
since the fight.”
“Nor took a drink,” added Sledge,
and another sigh, which was almost
like a sob, impeded his utterance.
“By the way,” Phil informed him,
“Sunny Jim Keeler is dead.”
“Gee, the boss is cut up about Bob!”
Phil reported to Blondy. “I told him
about Sunny Jim, and he never even
grunted. That means the whole third
ward's gone.”
Sledge was not so unimpressed as he
seemed to be, however, for presently
he sent for Phil and instructed that a
big floral piece be sent and that the
widow's affairs be looked into.
Bendix came in by and by, looking
very much worried. and sat down heav-
ily.
“How's Bob?" he asked.
“He's all right,” declared Sledge.
“Not a whimper out of him.”
Bendix hesitated a moment.
“Did you hear that Sunny Jim Keeler
is dead?’ he inquired.
Sledge nodded. :
“There ain't a man up there couid
take the leadership of that ward,” went
on Bendix, much discouraged. “It’s the
Third that has always saved us.”
Sledge, sitting heavily, did not an-
swer. He seemed to have collapsed
like a huge figure of dough settling
into a pan.
“That means we lose the Third
ward,” Bendix spiritlessly pursued, “so
we're in bad, politically.”
Sledge was still motionless.
“1 looked up Marley's Ridgewood
avenue franchise,” resumed Bendix.
“It’s good. all right. Yesterday's meet-
ing was a bright one for him. A few
shares of traction stock traded hands
on the board today. The last lot
brought fifty-one. Bert Glider is float-
ing his amusement park. He's made a
dicker with the company already form-
“That King Pin must be some dog.”
“He’s younger, that's all.” immedi-
ately explained Blondy. ‘‘He never will
be the dog Bob was. Match 'em at the
same age and Bob would chew him up
for an appetizer.”
“Bob ought’ve been retired,” criti
cised Phil. “It wasn’t fair to hand hin
his first lickin’ when he’s old like this.
The big boy’s late this morning. He's
been so busy he’s been coming around
at 9 o’clock, and now it's 12.
“Bob’s either dead or better, or h:
wouldn’t be here at all.” asserted
Blondy. “You know, I like that bic
slob.”
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| Phil. “There goes his bell. I think T’
beat Adolph to it.” g
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stein. filled it carefully, with exacth
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and they're to take over the Porson
; tract. The Lincoln road property is to
be used for car barns, according to the
. latest dope from Marley, and Glider
gets $50,000 in stock and management
of the park. It looks like a cinch for
pretty Bert.”
Sledge raised his chin a half inch
and dropped it again.
“] saw Bozzam,” Bendix went on
! with his report. “He claims that,
while you own 75 per cent of the stock
of the new traction company and could
swing everything in a vote, he is the
duly authorized agent of the company
and has the right to sell its franchises
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sued Bendix. ' “At this stage of the
game you had expected to have Marley
entirely frozen out and to own the ma-
jority of stock yourself, announce the
purchase of the franchises and raise
the stock to par. Now the stock’s go-
ing up. and most of it has been grabbed
by Marley. [1 figure he'll clean up
about $100,000 on this deal.”
Sledge favored him with the begin-
ning of a chuckle at himself. but that
was all. ;
“Waver has decided not to sell his
house. He'll go to Switzerland, all
right, but he prefers to keep his resi-
dence here.”
Sledge smiled. It was like the gri-
mace of a man in the electric chair.
“But the worst is yet to come.” per-
sisted Bendix, beginning to have a cer-
tain lugubrious enjoyment in the inter-
minable list of disasters. “Schwarz
man tells me that Judge Lansdale
positively refuses that appointment as
attorney for the anti-dry movement. If
he stays on the bench, Sledge, nothing
on earth will make you right. With
‘all your power, and all your influence,
and all your money, and all your
friends, you can’t get away from that
trial; and if you ever come to a show-
down they'll get you. The best you
can do will be two years away from
the sunshine. When you go out for a
walk you'll have your hand on the
‘shoulder of the man in front of you,
and when you get back into the Occi-
dent you won’t have enough of the or-
ganization left to act as pallbearers.”
Sledge’s chin sank a little lower on
his collar. He had never permiited
the shadow of defeat to touch even the
hem of his coat, but now its dimness
seemed very close to him, and in that
shade there was a chill.
Adolph brought in a letter, a square
white envelope which looked strangely
out of place on the edge of a beer tray.
Bendix took it, sent Adolph out with
a jerk of his thumb and started to
open it, but the flap was sealed with a
fancifully wrought monogram stamp-
ed in gold sealing wax. and after a
moment of reflection he passed it si-
lently over to his chief.
Sledge opened it mechanically and
drew out a neatly engraved card, which
read as follows:
Mr. B. Franklin Marley
begs to announce the
engagement
of his daughter,
Ethelyn,
To Mr. Albert T. Glider.
Sledge slipped that announcement
calmly in his pocket and turned slow-
ly to his pitcher on the table. What-
ever his idea concerning that may
have been he changed it. for, his eyes
slowly distending. he reached out and
grabbed the pitcher. and suddenly there
was a splintering crash. He had
thrown the pitcher with its contents
straight through the window, glass and
all!
“All off with the roses, eh?” surmis-
ed Bendix, considerately concealing his
sympathetic knowledge of the hurt
which had been inflicted.
“Naw!” roared Sledge. ‘They sent
me some blanked pink ones!”
(To be continued.)
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“Hunh!” grunted Sledge.
“So we lose there,”
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