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"Hang such weather! " grumbled Buck Fargo, gazing disconsolately out of the dripping window.
It was not a strictly original remark, considering the fact that it had been uttered, in some form or another, on an average of every five minutes since breakfast time. Nevertheless, it was fervently echoed by each one of the players who lounged within hearing distance in the lobby.