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sack beside him, wherein lay the golden@
egg.

And with his own hands, the Man Killer
at last conquered, as they laid him in an
ambulance, he took the five-inch, openwork
steel box, the precious record, from
that knapsack's depth and handed it to
her.

She could not look at it, the little Thunder
Bird's log of that two-hundred mile
trip aloft, she could only jealously clasp
it to her breast,--Toandoah's little pal.

"T-tell your fa-ther from--me," said
the broken voice, "that Treff Graham is
the same old Treff; that he m-may be
a pirate, but he isn't a pig--not re-al-ly!
That," faintly, " he apol-o-gizes--and
steps aside; that, with all his heart--it's
there, if it is a madcap--" wanderingly,
winkingly, he touched his left breast--"he
hopes that, a year from now, the highways
of the hea-vens may be opened--the
im-mor-tal Thun-der Bird will fly!"


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