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Yazar: Charles Darwin

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Fraser waited on the ridge till his host brought breakfast of
bacon, biscuits, hard-boiled eggs, and coffee. While he ate,
Speed sat down on a bowlder beside him and talked.
"I sent my boy with a note to Dillon. It's a good thirty miles
from here, and the old man won't make it back till some time
to-morrow. Course, you're welcome at the house, but I judge it
wouldn't be best for you to be seen there. No knowing when some
of Brandt's deputies might butt in with a warrant. You can slip
down again after dark and burrow in the haystack. Eh? What
think?"
"I'm in your hands, but I don't want to put you and your friends
to so much trouble. Isn't there some mountain trail off the
beaten road that I could take to Dillon's ranch, and so save him
from the trip after me?"

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