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THE GIRL OF GHOST MOUNTAIN
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"No. Waffles." And the cook surveyed them with his inscrutable, sphinxlike face as Sheridan bent to his horn in sudden mirth and Jackson muttered blankly,

"Waffles. I'm a son of a gun. Waffles!"