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"Hi, old-timer, this-all's too many for me -- I'm a fool and proud of it! " roared Big John down at Sid, as Scotty came galloping up to the brink of Lost Canyon and yelled delighted greetings. "What in thunder are ye doin' down thar? How'd ye git there, an' how'd ye lose yore pony? Speak up, _hombre_! We lost a varmint, hyarabouts, -- y' ain't got him, none, in yore pockets, has yer?"
Sid waved a hand up at the cliff dwellings as he laughed back gayly, "There's your bird, John -- up in a cave yonder. Gorry, but I'm glad to see you all! I've been shut up here for two days. That's the Black Panther you're after and he's got a lair in a cave back of those pueblos -- -- "