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"Well, oo is there 'ere red-bearded chap anyhow?" observed Dan Wall to his mates, Hulbert and Gunn, as they waited for the billy to boil in Doughboy Hollow a favorite retreat in the ranges, about 20 miles from the main Southern-road.
"Dunno at all," said Hulbert, scratching his head. "I've only seen 'im once--and that was in the dark."