THE SMALLPOX MEDICINE
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"No. She's goin' to meet me there. She's goin' somewhere first."
"So's mine," said Sam. "I'll come by for you."
"All right."
"I better go before long. Noon whistles been blowin'."
"All right, " Penrod repeated dully.
Sam turned to go, but paused. A new straw hat was peregrinating along the fence near the two boys. This hat belonged to some one passing upon the sidewalk of the cross-street; and the some one was Maurice Levy. Even as they stared, he halted and regarded them over the fence with two small, dark eyes.
Fate had brought about this moment and this confrontation.
