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'I respect those who have faith even though they are ignorant,' the thin one said.

 

'The adjutant is at the cable railway,' said the sergeant.

 

'Here's to the lion,' he said. 'I can't ever thank you for what you did.'

 

The logs had been lost from the big log booms that were towed down the lake to the mill by the steamer Magic. They had drifted up on to the beach and if nothing were done about them sooner or later the crew of the Magic would come along the shore in a rowboat, spot the logs, drive an iron spike with a ring on it into the end of each one and then tow them out into the lake to make a new boom. But the lumbermen might never come for them because a few logs were not worth

 

'That's true,' he said. 'My poor mother died when I was so young it seems as though I never had a mother. 'It's very sad.'

 

“I’m drunk now,” Bill said. “But you go up and see Cohn. He wants to see you.”

 

Romero was close enough so the bull could see him. His hand still up, he spoke to the bull. The bull gathered himself, then his head went forward and he went over slowly, then all over, suddenly, four feet in the air.

 

“Well,” I said, “are you going to buy me a dinner?”

 

Just then an old man with long, sunburned hair and beard, and clothes that looked as though they were made of gunny-sacking, came striding up to the bridge. He was carrying a long staff, and he had a kid slung on his back, tied by the four legs, the head hanging down.

 

“And where are you going to be, Robert? It’s my own fault, all right. Perfectly my own fault. When I made you get rid of your little secretary on the magazine I ought to have known you’d get rid of me the same way. Jake doesn’t know about that. Should I tell him?”

 

'You were right,' she said, feeling its warmth and its momentary destruction of sorrow.

 

'It was like ski-ing in the dark. Not really ski-ing but really dark.'

 

'Yes. I'd like to spread a bed roll here and prove it.'

 

'Then I'll do that on Monday. On Sunday, I will read all the illustrated papers including the outrageous ones.'

 

'Is that why you are not a General now? I would love it if you were a General.'

 

 

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