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"I'M not wanting to dictate to you, lad," Charley said; "but I'm very much against your making a last raid. You've gone safely through rough times with rough men, and it would be a shame to have something happen to you at the very end."
"But how can I get out of making a last raid? " I demanded, with the cocksureness of youth. "There always has to be a last, you know, to anything."