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314 his little black pipe, as short and weather-beaten as himself.

"Well!" he said, "here are eight of us; we'll call it six—for them two boobies, Ellis over yonder, and that new man of yours, won't count for any thing. We'll get through well enough, never fear for that, unless the Camanches [sic] happen to get foul of us."