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Charley was sitting on the couch, leaning towards Michael, his shoulders hunched, his eyes gleaming, when Potch went into the hut.
"You can't bluff me," Potch heard him say. "You may throw dust in the eyes of the men here, but you can't bluff me. It was you did for me. It was you put it over on me -- took those stones."