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DAVE PORTER AND HIS CLASSMATES
"Well, we shan't starve, Phil," and Dave grinned to himself in the semi-darkness.
"And no light to eat by—and the room more than half cold. Dave, are you going to stand this?"
"I am not," was the firm response.
"What are you going to do? "
"Get out of here—if I possibly can," was Dave's reply.
