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13937	Grey, Zane	The Mysterious Rider			.txt	text/plain	99433	10218	97	"Yes--my son--Jack--he's comin' home," said Belllounds, with a break in "Jack Belllounds is coming home to-night or to-morrow," she said. "Wal, Jack--my son--I'm sure glad you're back home," said the old "You mean Jack Belllounds came home," said Columbine. "Dad needs good hands," she said, with her eyes on the gray sage slopes. "Hyar, you Jack Belllounds," said Lem, "couldn't you see Wils wasn't Wade looked up into the face of Jack Belllounds, returned his brief "An' is it so, Columbine, that you're to marry Jack Belllounds?" asked "You son-of-a-hound-dog!" came to Columbine's listening ears in Wade's "Wade, I want some elk steak," old Belllounds had said the day before. Wade I'd forgive Jack Belllounds and never hate him--or kill him!... "Wade, it's not like you to be hopeless for any man," said Moore. "Reckon you'd have it better if you say Buster Jack," replied Wade, with "Belllounds, you've every man's good will," replied Wade.	./cache/13937.txt	./txt/13937.txt