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"Didn't I tell ye it weren't nateral ter fly? Didn't I say 'tweren't never intended?"
Straight-backed Pete Sanderson, standing with his hand on the bridle of his broncho, glared severely at the group of boys. Little Willie Sloan sat on the turf, while Cranny had taken a place close beside him.