"Good deal like a quiltin' so fur," remarked Brad Freeman indulgently.
It seemed, then, that Brad had always cherished one dear ambition.
"Now put your hand up an' grip that rope that's hangin' there," commanded Brad.
Brad Freeman an' Jont Marshall agreed to play fust an' second fiddle.
His tone was quite conclusive; and Brad, albeit wondering, said no more.
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