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 the mass, dodged under the wooden bar, and threw an envelope on the table.

“Dat's Tom Grogan's bid,” he said, looking at the president. “Hully gee! but dat was a close shave! She telled me not ter dump it till one minute o' nine, an' de bloke at de door come near sp'ilin' de game till I give him one in de mug.”

At this instant the clock struck nine, and the president's gavel fell.

“Time's up,” said the Scotchman.