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 far too moved to talk. He even wondered if it would be all right to keep the bone, as a sort of sacred relic.

"Now, Sunshine, d' you want a job?"

Lonely did.



"D' you think you can hustle in to the Mayor's house with this letter? Or d' you know where he hangs out?"

"Yep!" answered Lonely promptly, without a quaver. He knew that he could soon find out—which amounted to about the same thing.

"He 'll give you a note to fetch back.