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| Hurley | [8] |
| Mike Gillum took Connie to the river where miles of booms held millions of feet of logs | [23] |
| "Come on, tell them what you told them a minute ago" | [55] |
| Swiftly the boy followed the tracks to the point where the man had struck into the clearing | [131] |
| The boy hastened unnoticed to the edge of a crowd of men that encircled Frenchy Lamar | [134] |
| "What in the name of time be you doin' here?" exclaimed Saginaw | [150] |
| "Phy don't yez tell me oi'm a big liar?" he roared | [167] |
| "Phwat d'yez want?" he whined | [178] |
| "What's this?" asked the boy, pushing up a small bundle | [193] |
| Slue Foot turned. "Think y're awful smart, don't ye?" | [232] |
| He leaned back in his chair and stared at Connie through his glasses, as one would examine a specimen at the zoo | [251] |
| Very gingerly he donned the garments and for some moments stood and viewed himself in the mirror | [265] |
| Hurley had remained at the Upper Camp, and as the drive at last began to thin out, he came floating down, standing erect upon a huge log | [299] |
| Connie placed his hand affectionately upon the arm of the big boss who stood at his side grinning broadly | [309] |
