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"WHAT'S doin', old son? " inquired Tiny, a few days after the visitation of the plague of locusts.
It was a slack time. Colonel Narfield was down with one of his periodical attacks of malaria, and work, both in the laboratory and in the open air, was at a standstill. It was at the Colonel's suggestion that the two lads took a holiday.