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about to see that they were unobserved and lowered his voice and talked; and Joe nodded and grunted and once he cursed heavily, forbiddingly.
Joe began to question—to plan in whispers.
"Sure, I know! I allus watch 'em as I don't like. I know his habits—he's chased after me—chased—an' I wouldn't talk to him—not before—"
He laughed silently.
