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His reverie was broken into a few moments later by a bell boy coming out with a telegram. It was from Mr. Whitney, and sent from El Paso. Bob opened it and read: “Unexpected developments. Must go Washington. Back within three weeks. Will wire further instructions.” “That’s only an excuse, John. You remembered it all the time. Look me right in the eye and say whether you didn’t remember it.” Then Bob told him the news that he had been saving for next Sunday. “Come along to the Quarter-house with me and feed, and then we’ll go hunt Whiskers—I mean Mr. Whitney.”.
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He very far from kissed the hand; he held it just long enough to turn me round into the light and give me one long looking-over from head to feet.I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
CHAPTER XI. MAJOR JEN, DETECTIVE.
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There they stood with their angry faces close together as they quarreled over the two seconds. It seemed as if the dispute might end in blows. Mr. Whitney laughed. “The greatest drawback was a ridiculous thing. A long time ago a treaty was made with Mexico which prohibited the storing of flood water on the Rio Grande and it’s the flood water that is used in modern irrigation.” Bob was wise enough to wait until Jerry felt like going on. He knew that the other boy must be very much upset, quite shocked out of his customary reserve by the happenings of the day, to say as much as he had. His patience was at length rewarded. Jerry used both his arms on the right hand oar and a moment later, breathless and a little exhausted, they came to quieter water..
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