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 the upper works of Simon; he had little more head than a worm. The most impressive feature in his physiognomy was his mustache, which grew long, with a reddish tinge to its villainous blackness, distinctive mark in an otherwise indistinctive man.

"Yes," said Simon meditatively, "it is a fine night to talk to the girls."

He turned from the moon with that, having exhausted its possibilities in mundane affairs as far as he ever had discovered and applied them.

"Yes. And there was a peon who tried to run away from his debt to Don Abrahan about a year ago. I went after that man; I shot a hole in him that the bees could fly through."

Simon turned away to go to his repose with that word. It was sufficient; he had delivered his message.