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{Ft final crust on the other side of the earth, He walked a few steps toward the three men, and therr stopped and stood before -them like an upright rail- F road rail, Not a person leaned or used, ,and hig black beard’ was as curled’ wire, And it made Prank= ster wonder why the electric feeling from him made not his hair stand on end, “Where i¢ Shotgun?" Asking the question: Blackman! s voite-bolted’ the -door om all the fancyful possibil=- ities. He had ‘addressed the Driver, but out of turn Daven- port answered the question "Gone back to the top of the hill," Blackman's neck turned his face slowly toward: Daven- : port, and for some reason his lips smiled, His eyes though, remained like barren bits of hillside coal: coated by the ite of a cold climates To trace-after forgetting to trace was obvious. He , shrugged his shoulders, The next’ question was. foolish, Turning om hia toes, his:feet: plowing into spots of moss and dust, he seemed to move in &he motion of a or propl= tight spit as he walked through the circle and away from the passing of needles and pipese Prankster shook for a moment with the abrupt anger of this man of such a black nature walking as he was now past the trees onto the first hills, loping as