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"What's the use, Stockwell? " said Sanford, as the absentees seated themselves on the train for Malmoe, under the charge of the head steward. "Blaine got his despatch from the principal last night, but he didn't say a word to us till this morning. He's playing a sharp game."
"That's so," replied Stockwell. "He don't mean to trust us out of sight again."