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He woke to find himself sweating under his blankets. The weather had changed to a stuffy mildness, for a warm chinook wind was blowing from the south-west. Johnny was standing beside him with a grave face.
"Lew's been here," he said. "He's left his mark all right. Eat your breakfast and I'll show you."