DEADEST MAN IN TOWN, by Franklyn Searight-4

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“Why don’t they just gather driftwood?” Arnold wondered. “Prob’ly not enough of it lying ’round.” “This going to be a real biggie blaze,” predicted Arnold. “Big fire for big goings-on,” Vince anticipated. “I think we got us a seat too far away,” Arnold complained. “Hard to see much of anything, they so far away. Cain’t we get some closer?” “S’pose we could. These sure ain’t the best seats in the house, are they? S’pose we stay low and back up a bit without them seeing us. We’ll circle down the pathway to the beach below, and get closer to ’em.” “Good thought, but not so near they sees us.” “Course not.” During the next minute they were able to crawl a dozen feet or so away from the brink of their vantage point, stand up, unseen by those below, and then slip and slide down an inclin

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