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"SENOR BOSWELL"
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you good afternoon," and he rowed away, up the lake.

"What do you suppose he wanted of Boswell in such a hurry?" asked Sid in a low voice of Tom, as they were getting in the launch.

"Give it up," was the answer, but Tom was doing some hard thinking just about that time.