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41447	Pocock, Roger	Curly: A Tale of the Arizona Desert			.txt	text/plain	73017	5468	94	"Curly," says I, "this young chief won't have no use for old Chalkeye; ground, I saw young Jim du Chesnay coming, on the dead run for home. "Confound the horses!" says Jim, "let's burn the trail for home. "That man has lost his horse," says Jim; "thirsty, I guess, and "You hear that hawss?" says Curly, and far off I heard a horse come "Boys," says I, "we got to play at robbers to-night, I reckon, but I "Come on," says Jim, and swung his horse to the west along a small dead Jim began talking haughty, and wanted to know if Curly liked the notion "I'm sort of tired," says Curly right out loud, and Jim went cold with young Jim his son, and little Curly McCalmont." "Now you know," says Curly, "why we robbers played a hand in yo' game." "Curly," says I, "you're shot, and you got to be good in a small voice,	./cache/41447.txt	./txt/41447.txt