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BOUND TO BE AN ELECTRICIAN
"Hang me if I know," muttered the shipping clerk. "Hank's got 'em on to-day."
He had hardly spoken, before the half drunken truckman emerged upon the platform once more. In his right hand he held a large stamping iron which was heated red hot.
He sprang down and rushed towards the horses with his cruel instrument of torture, but before he could reach them, Franklin stopped him and hurled him to the ground.
