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 "An' look at Irish, mindin' the baby!" was the next derisive cry that smote on Lonely's tingling ears.

"Lambast the redhead!" suggested Pud Jones, genially.

Lonely caught up Alaska Alice and hunched her up firmly on his hip, his body between her and the assailers. His thin, hungry-looking face went very white, as the line of audacious, jeering, tyrannical, relentless young savages drew up and peered over the low picket fence.



He was, he knew, at least standing his ground with dignity. And all might still have