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PRIZE STORIES OF 1924

ily the effect of that brutal blow, the red mottles go out of their cheeks. Now, at last, they are terrified. This fellow doesn’t even know what they’re driving at.

“What do you mean?” he puzzles. “What do you mean—Americans?”