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 "Bully for you!" said Wareing.

Here a number of young men came to drag Wareing and Beauling off to dinner. It was Wareing's last night, and they made it hum.

Toward morning they threatened to make a breach in the huge Beauling by siphon fire unless he would sing for them. And he, nothing loath, sent forth a roaring voice to greet the dawn.

Dawn broke into gold. And before the sun had set Tomas Beauling was on