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“Clear as mud,” cried George, slapping Fred heartily on the back. “You’re a wonder, Peewee, my boy.”
“I must confess I don’t understand all this business,” exclaimed Fred. “Why don’t you tell us what you are trying to do, Grant?”
“Because I’m not sure that I know myself.”
“Tell us what you think anyway,” urged John. “There’s no harm in that.”
“I’d rather not,” said Grant. “If you fellows don’t want to help me any more though, I’m perfectly willing to work it out by myself.”
“No, you don’t,” exclaimed Fred. “If there’s anything going to happen around here I want to be on hand.”
“An’ me too,” said Sam eagerly. “Ah wants to be heah when dat treasah am discovahed. Ah’ll fix dem niggers in Richmond yet.”
“Good boy, Sam,” exclaimed Grant. “You and I will work it out together.”
“Ah cain’t read nor write,” said Sam disconsolately. “Ah’s afraid Ah wouldn’t be ob bery much help to yo’. Ah can suttingly do some diggin’ dough.”