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11093	Brand, Max	Trailin'!			.txt	text/plain	74380	5848	95	The big grey man, William Drew, loomed over the heads of the little "Son," said the big man, "you look sort of familiar to me. surely that grey man at the Garden had come, and from the West John Bard "Ah," said Drew slowly, "Anthony Bard!" "That," said Nash, with a smile of infinite meaning, "sounds like the "A dead man," said Nash calmly, "ain't much good on a hoss." This feller Bard looks like a tenderfoot; he sounds "My old pal, Steve Nash," said Sally, "and this is Mr. Anthony Bard." until Bard asked: "D'you know the way to the ranch of William Drew?" Still the steady eyes of Nash passed from Sally Fortune to Bard and back He said to Lawlor: "I think a man named Nash works on this ranch. "I had another man--Lawlor, who looks something like me--take my place	./cache/11093.txt	./txt/11093.txt