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RED CLOUD, NEBRASKA, CHIEF
An Alaskan Love
William Macleod Raine
Copyright, William Mnclcod Bnlne.
Tlio frozen north !b nn Inexhaustible mlno of Btorles, on which
poet nnd novcllBt mny draw to their heart's content. William Muclcod
Bnlne knows his Alaskn well; but ho has peopled It, not with pros
pectors, good seekers and squaw men, though all theHo play their part,
but with city-bred men nnd women self-exiled to tho wilderness, as
they throw themselves hcnrtlly Into tho contest for which the qualifi
cation Is energy, and tho stake the future of Alaska.
Tho midnight sun had set, but In n
crotch between two snow peaks It had
kindled a vast caldron from which rose
a mist of jewels, garnet nnd turquoise,
topaa and amethyst and , opal, nil
awlmmlng In a sen of molten gold. The
Slow of it still clung to tlio fnco of the
broad Yukon, as n flush docs to tho
oft, wrinkled check of n girl just
rouBcd from deep sleep.
Except for n fnlnt murklncss In the
air it was still day. Thcro was light
enough for tho four men playing pi
nochle on tho upper deck, though the
women of their pnrty, gossiping In
chairs grouped near at hand, hnd at
last put asldo their embroidery. Tho
klrl who sat by herself at a llttlo dls
tanco held a magazlno still open In
Gordon Elliot bad taken tho boat at
lerrc'8 Portage, fifty miles farther
down the 'river. Ho had como direct
from tho creeks, and his impressions
of tho motley pioneer life at tho gold
diggings wcro so vivid that ho had
"found an isolated corner of tho deck
Where ho could scribble them in a note
book whllo stilt fresh.
' But ho hnd not been too busy to sco
'that tho girl In tho wicker chair was
ks much of .an outsider as ho was.
Slalnly this was her first trip in. Gor
on was a stronger in the Yukon coun
try, one not likely to bo overwclcomo
(when It became known what his mis
i From where he was leaning against
jthe deckhouso Elliot could see only a
'fine, chiseled profile shading Into a
mass of crisp, black hair, but some
.quality in tho detachment of her per
sonality stimulated gently his Imaglnn
Itton. He wondered who she could be.
A short, thickset man who had ridden
on the stago with Elliot to
Pierre's Portage drifted along the deck
toward him. Ho wore the careless
jfirb of a mining man In a country
(which looks first to comfort.
"Bound for Kuslnk?" ho asked, by
way of opening conversation.
"Yes," answered Gordon.
Tho miner nodded toward tho group
under tho awning. "That bunch lives
at Kuslak. They'vo got on at different
places tho last two or threo days
xcept Selfrldgo and his wlfo; they've
been out Guess you can tell that from
hearing her talk tho llttlo woman in
red with tho snappy black eyes. Sho's
splllln' over with talk about tho styles
lin Now York and tho cabarets nnd tho
mew shows. That pot-bellied llttlo fel
low In tho checked suit is Sclfrldgc.
Bo is Colby Mncdonald's man Friday."
Elliot took In with a quickened In
terest the group bound for Kuslak. Ho
had noticed that they monopolized ns
a matter of courso tho best places on
tho deck and in tho dining room. They
were civil enough to outsiders, but
their manner had tho unconscious self
ishness that often regulates social ac
.flvlties. It excluded from their gay
ty everybody that did not belong to
jthe prppcr set
"That sort of thing gets my goat," the
miner went on sourly. "Those women
ver thero havo elected themselves
Society with n capital S. They put on
all tho airs tho Four Hundred do in
ow York. And who are they any-
ow? wives to a bunch of grafting
"That's the way of tho world, isn't
It? Our civilization is built on the
kjoup system," suggested Elliot.
"Maybo so," grumbled the miner.
1 1 hato to see Alaska como to It.
e, I saw this country first in ninety-
even packed an outfit in over tho
pass. Every man Btood on his own
hind legs then. He got thcro If ho
was strong mebbo ; ho bogged down
I on the trail good and plenty if ho was
weak. Wo didn't havo any of tho ar
tificial stuff then. A man had to have
the guts to stand tho gaff."
"I supposo It was a wild country,
The little miner's eyes gleamed.
"Best country in tho world. Wo didn't
stand for anything that wasn't on tho
level. It was a poor man's country
wages fifteen dollars n day nnd plenty
of work. Everybody had a chance.
Anybody could stako a claim and
gamble on his luck. Now tho big cor
porations havo slipped in and grabbed
tho best. It ain't a prospector's propo
sition any more. Instead of faro banks
we've got savings banks. Tho wide-
open dance hall has quit business in
favor of moving pictures. And, as I
said before, wo'vo got Society."
"All frontier countries havo to como
"Hmpl In tho days I'm telling you
about that crowd tliero couldn't 'a'
hustled meat to fill their bellies threo
meals. Parasites, that's what they
aro. Thoy'ro living off that bunch of
roughnecks down thero and folks Uko
With a wave of his hand Strong
pointed to a group of miners who had
boarded tho boat with them at Pierre's
Portage. Thero wero about n dozen of
the men, for the most part husky,
heavy-set foreigners. Elliot gathered
from their talk that they had lost their
Jobs because they had tried to organ
ize nn Incipient strlko in the Frozen
"Itoughnecks and boozo fighters
that's all they are. But they earn
their way. Not that I blame Mncdon
nld for firing them, mind you," con
tinued tho miner. "Ills superintendent
up there was too soft. These here
Swedes got gny. Mac hit the trail for
Frozen Gulch. Hu hammered his big
fist Into tho bread basket of the ring
leader nnd said, 'GUI' That fellow's
running yet, I'll bet. Then Mac called
the men together and read the riot net
to them. Ho fired this bunch on tho
bont and wns out of tho camp before
you could bat an eye. It was tho clean
est hurry-up Job I ever did see."
"From whnt I've heard About him,
ho must ho a remarkable man."
"He's tho biggest man In Alaska,
This wns a subject that Interested
Gordon Elliot very much. Colby Mnc
donnld nnd his activities hud brought
him to tho country.
"Do you mean personally or be
cause he represents tho big corpora
tions?" "Both. Hla word comes pretty near
being law up here, not only because
ho stands for tho Consolidated, but
because he's ouo man from the ground
"Do you mean that he's square
i "You've said two things, my friend,"
answered Strong dryly. "He's squnre.
If ho tells you anything, don't worry
becauso he ain't put down his John
Hancock before a notary. Don't waste
any time looking for fat or yellow
streaks In Mac. They ain't there. No
body ever henrd him squeal yet and
whnt's moro nobody ever will."
"No wonder men like him."
"But when you say honest Not
Not tho way you define honesty down
in tho States. He's a grabber, Mac is."
"What docs ho look like?"
"Oh, I don't know." Strong hesi
tated, while he searched for words to
show the picturo In his mind. "Big ns
a house steps out like a buck In the
spring blue-gray eyes that boro right
"Search me. You never think of age
when you're looking at him. Forty
five, mebbe or fifty I don't know."
"No-o." Hanford Strong nodded In
tho direction of tho Kuslak circle.
"They say ho's going to marry Mrs!
Mallory. She's the ono with tho red
It struck young Elliot that the miner
was dismissing Mrs. Mallory In too
cavalier a fashion. Sho was the sort
of woman at whom men look twice,
and then continue to look while she
appears magnificently unaware of It.
Her hair was not red, but of a lustrous
bronze, amazingly abundant, and
dressed In waves with tho careful skill
of a coiffeur. Slightest shades of
meaning sho could convey with n lift
of the eyebrow or an Intonation of the
musical voice. If sho was already
fencing with tho encroaching years
thcro was llttlo cvldcnco of It In her
opulent good looks.
Tho whlstlo of the Hannah blew for
tho Tatlah Cache landing' while Strong
and Elliot were talking. Tho gang
plank was thrown out.
A man came to tho end of tho wharf
carrying n sultcnse. Ho was well-set,
thick in tho chest and brond-shoul-dcrcd.
Looking down from above,
Gordon Elliot guessed him to bo In tho
Mrs. Mallory was tho first to recog
nlzo him, which sho did with n drawl
ing llttlo shout of welcome. "Oh, you,
Mr. Man. I knew you first. I spenk
for you," sho cried.
The man on tho gnngplank looked
up, smiled and lifted to her his broad
gray hat In n wnvo of greeting.
"How do you do, Mrs. Mallory? Glad
to sco you."
Tho miners from Frozen Gulch wero
grouped together on tho lower deck.
At sight of tho man with tho suitcase
a sullen murmur roso among them.
Thoso In tho rear pushed forward nnd
closed tho lano leading to tho cabins.
Ono of tho miners was Hung roughly
against tho new passenger. With n
wide, powerful sweep of his nrm tho
man who had Just como aboard hurled
tho miner back among his companions.
"Gangway I" ho said brusquely, und
as ho strodo forward did not oven
glance in tho direction of tho angry
men pressing toward him.
"Here. Keep back there, you fel
lows. None of that rough stuff goes,"
ordered tho mato sharply.
Tho big Cornlshtnan who hnd been
tossed aside crouched for n spring. He
launched himself forward with tho
awkward forco of n bear. Tbo suit
case described n whirling arc of a cir
cle with tho nrm of Its owner ns a ra
dius. Tho bag and tho head of the
miner enmo Into swift Impact. Like n
bullock which had been poleaxcd, tho
man went to tho floor, no turned over
with a gronn nnd Iny still.
Tho new passenger looked across
tho huge, sprawling bdy at the group
of miners facing him. They glared In
savago hate. All they needed wns n
lender to send them driving nt him
with tho force of nn avalanche. Tho
man nt whom they raged did not give
nn Inch. Ho leaned forward slightly,
his weight resting on tho balls of his
feet, alert to the finger tips.
"Next," he taunted.
Then the mato got busy. He hustled
his stevedores forward In front of tho
miners and shook his fist In their faces
us he stormed up and down. If they
wanted trouble, by Jovol it was wait
ing for 'em, he sworo In npoplcctlc
fury. Tho Hannnh wns a river boat
and not a dlvo of wharf rats I
Tho man with tho sultcnse did not
wnlt to hear out his tirade. Ho fol
lowed the purser to his stateroom,
dropped his baggago bcsldo tho berth,
and Joined tho Kuslak group on tho
They greeted him eagerly, n llttlo
effusively, as if they were anxious to
provo themselves on good terms with
"Whnt was tho matter?" asked Self
rldge. "How did tho trouble start?"
The big man shrugged his shoulders.
"It didn't start. Somo of the outfit
thought they wcro looking for a row,
but they balked on the Job when Trc
lawney got his."
Gordon.'ns he watched from a little
distance, corrected earlier Impressions.
This mnn had passed tho thirties. He
had the thick neck nnd Bolld trunk of
middle life, but he carried himself so
superbly that his whole bearing denied
that years could touch his splendid
Strorig had stepped to the wharf
to talk with an old acquaintance, but
when the boat threw out a warning
signal he made a hurried goodby and
enmo on board. He rejoined Elliot
"Well, what d'you think of him?
Was I right?"
The young man had already guessed
who this Imperious stranger wnB. "I
never saw anybody get away with a
hard Job as easily as ho did that one.
You could sco with half an eyo that
thoso fellows meant fight They were
all primed for It and he bluffed them
"Bluffed them huh J I wns where I
could see just what happened. Colby
Mncdonnld wasn't oven looking nt Tro
lawney, but you bet ho saw him start.
That Rultcaso traveled like a streak of
Like a Bullock Which Had Been Pole
axed, the Man Went to the Floor.
light. You'd 'n' thought it weighed
about two pounds. That ain't all, ci
ther. Mac used his brains. Guess what
wns In that grip."
"The usual thing, I suppose."
"You'vo got another guess packed
in among his socks nnd undcrwenr was
about twenty pounds of oro samples.
The purser told me. It was tliat quartz
that put Trelawncy to sleep so thor
ough thnt he'd just begun to wnko up
when I passed n mlnuto ago."
Tho young mnn turned ids eyes
again upon tho big Cnnadlan Scots
man. II o wns talking with Mrs. Mal
lory, who was leaning back luxuri
ously In n steamer chnlr sho had
brought nbonrd nt St. Michael's. It
would havo been hard to concelvo n
contrast greater than tho ono between
this pampered heiress of tho ages and
tho modern business berserk who
looked down Into her mocking eyes.
Ho wns the embodiment of tho domi
nant nrnlo efllcler.t to tho last luch of
his straight six feet What ho wanted
ho had always taken, by tho sheer
strength that was In him. Back of her
smiling Insolence lay n silken forco
to match his own. Sho too hnd taken
whnt sho wanted from life, but sho
had won It by Indirection. Manifestly
sho was of thoso women who conceivo
thnt charm and beauty aro tools to
bend men to their wills.
Tho dusky young woman with tho
magazlno was the first of those on the
upper deck to retire for tho night. She
flitted so quietly thnt Gordon did not
notlco until sho hnd gone. Mrs. Self
rldgo and her friends disappeared with
their men folks, calling gny good
nights to one another ns they left.
Mncdonnld and Mrs. Mallory talked.
After n time she too vanished.
The big promoter leaned ugnlns,t the
deck rail, whero ho was joined by Self
ridge. For n long tlmo they talked In
low voices. The llttlo man had most to
say. His chief listened, but occasion
ally Interrupted to ask a sharp, Incisive
Elliot, sitting farther forward with
Strong, Judged thnt Selfrldgo was mak
ing a report of his trip. Onco ho
caught a fragment of their talk, enough
to confirm this Impression.
"Did WInton tell you that himself?"
demanded the Scotsman.
Tho nnswer of his employee came In
a murmur so low thnt the words were
lost But tho name used told Gordon
n good deal. Tho commissioner of the
general land ofllco nt Wnshington
signed his letters Harold B. WInton.
Strong tossed tho stub of his ciga
rette overboard and nodded good night
A glance nt his watch told Elliot that
It was past two o'clock. Ho rose,
stretched and sauntered back to his
Tho young man had Just taken off
his coat when thero came tho hurried
rush of trampling feet upon the hur
ricane deck above. Almost Instantly
he heard a cry of alarm. He culd hear
the shuffling of footsteps and tue sound
of henvy bodies moving.
Someone lifted va frightened shout.
"Help I Help!" Tho call had come,
ho thought, from Selfrldge.
Gordon flung open tho door of his
room, raced along the deck and took
the stairs three at a time. A huddle
of men swayed and shifted heavily In
front of him.
Even as ho ran toward the mass,
Elliot noticed that tho only sounds
were grunts, stertorous breathings,
nnd tho scraping of feet. Tho attack
ers wanted no publicity. The nttacked
was too busy to waste breath In futllo
cries. Ho was fighting for his life.
Two men, separated from tho crowd,
lay on the deck farther nft. One wns
on top of tho other, his fingers clutch
ing tho gullet of his helpless opponent.
Tho ngony of tho man underneath
found expression only In" the drumming
heels that beat a tattoo on the floor.
Tho spasmodic feet were shod In Ox
ford tans of nn ultrn-fnshlonnble cut.
No doubt tho owner of tho smart foot
wear had been pulled down ns ho was
escaping to shout the nlnrm.
Tho runner hurdled tho two in his
stride and plunged straight nt the
struggling tangle. Ho caught one man
by the shoulders from behind nnd flung
him bnck. Ho struck hard, smashing
blows as he fought his way to the heart
of the melee. Heavy-fisted miners with
corded muscles landed upon his face
and head and neck. Ho did not core
a straw for tho odds.
Tbo sudden attack of Elliot had
opened the pnek. The man battling
ngalnst a dozen was Colby Macdonald.
Tho very number of his foes had
saved him so far from being rushed
overboard or trampled down. His cont
and shirt were In rags. He was bruised
and battered nnd bleeding from the
chest up. But he was still slugging
They bad him pressed to the rail. A
hugo miner, head down, hnd his nrms
around tho waist of the Scotsman and
was trying to throw him overboard.
Mncdonnld lashed out and landed flush
upon the check of n man attempting to
brnin him with a billet of wood. He
hammered homo a short-arm jolt
against the ear of tho giant who was
giving, him tho bear grip.
ffho big miner grunted, hut hung on
like n football tackier. With n Jerk
ho raised Macdonald from tho floor
Just ns three or four others rushed him
again. Tho rail gavo way, splintered
like kindling wood. Tho Scotsman nnd
tho man nt grips with him went over
tho eldo together.
Clear nnd loud rang tho volco of El
Hot "Man overboard I"
Tho wheelsman signaled to tho en-
glno room to rovcrso nnd blew short,
sharp shrieks of warning.
"Men overboard two of 'era I" ex
plained Elliot In n shout from tho boat
which ho was trying to lower.
Tho first mnto and nnother mnn ran
to help him. Tho threo of them low
ered nnd manned tho bont. Gordon sat
In tho bow nnd gavo directions whllo
tho other two put their backs into
Across tho water enmo a call for
help. "I'm sinking hurry I"
Tho other mnn In tho river was a
dozen ynrds from tho ono In distress.
With strong, swift, overhand strokes
ho shot through tho water.
"All right," ho called presently. "I'vo
She oarsmen drew alongside tbo
swimmer. Wltu',ono hand Mncdonnld
cnught hold of tho edge of the bont.
Tho other clutched tho rescued man
by the hair of his head.
"Look out. You'ro drowning him,"
tho mato warned.
"Am I?" Mncdonnld glnnccd with
mild interest at tho head that had
been until thnt moment submerged.
"Shows how nbscnt-mlndcd n map gets.
I wns thinking nbout how he tried to
drown me, I expect."
They drngged tho miner nbo.nrd.
"Go ahead. I'll swim down," Mnc
"Better como aboard," advised tho
"No. I'm all right"
Tho Scotsman pushed himself bnck
from tho boat nnd fell Into nn easy
stroke. Nevertheless, thero was power
In It, for he reached the Hannah be
fore the rescued miner had been
helped to tho deck.
A dozen pnssengcrs, crowded on tho
lower deck, pushed forward eagerly
to see. Among them wns Sclfrldgc, his
shirt and collar torn loose nt the
neck and his Immaculate checked suit
dusty nnd disheveled. lie was wearing
n pair of up to date Oxford pumps.
Macdonald shook himself like n New
foundland dog. lie looked around
with sardonic nmusement, n grin on
his swollen nnd disfigured face.
"Quite n pleasant welcome home," he
Bald lronlcnlly, his cold eyes fixed on
n face that looked as If It might have
been kicked by n healthy mule. "Eh,
Vho Cornishmnn glared nt him, nnd
turned nwny with n low, savage oath.
"Are you hurt, Mr. Macdonald?"
asked the captain.
"Hurt I Not nt nil, captain. I cut
myself whllo I wns shaving this morn
ingJust n scratch," was tho ironic
"There's been some dirty work going
on. I'll see tho men are punished, sir."
"Forget it, captain. I'll nttend to
thnt little mnttcr." His Jaunty, almost
Insolent glnnco made the half-circle
again. "Sorry you wero too late for
tho party, gentlemen most of you. I
see three or four of you who were
'among thoso present.' It was a strict
ly exclusive nffalr. And now, If you
don't mind. 111 sny good night."
He turned on his heel, went up the
stnlrway to the deck above and dis
appeared' Into his stateroom..
The Girl From Drogheda.
Gordon Elliot wns too much of n
night owl to be nn early riser, but next
morning ho wns awakened by tho
tramp of hurried feet along the deck
to the accompaniment of brusque or
ders, together with frequent nngry
pulling nnd snorting of tho boat.
From the quiver of tho walls ho
guessed that tho Hannah was stuck on
n sandbar. Tlio mato's language gavo
backing to his surmise.
Elliot tried to settle bnck to sleep,
but after two or threo Ineffectual ef
forts gavo It up. He rose nnd did ono
or two setting-up exercises to limber
his Joints. Tho first of theso Unshed
the signal to his brain thnt ho wns stiff
nnd sore. This brought to mind the
fight on the hurricane deck, nnd he
smiled. It hurt every tlmo ho twlched
Tho young man stepped to the look
ing glass. Both eyes wero blacked, his
lip had been cut, and thcro was a
purple weal well up on his left check.
He stopped himself from grinning only
Just In tlmo to save another twinge of
"Somo party while It lasted. I never
saw moro willing mixers. Everybody
seemed anxious to sit in except Mr.
Wolly Selfrldge," he explained to his
reflection. "But Mncdonnld Is the
class. He's there with both right nnd
left Thnt uppercut of his is vicious.
Don't ever get In the way of It Gor
Ho bathed, dressed and went oil
Early though he wns, one passen
ger nt least was up before him. Tho
young womnn he hnd noticed Inst eve
ning with tho magazine wns doing n
Irish ho guessed her when tho deep
bluo eyes rested on his for nn instnnt
ns sho passed, and fortified his conjec
ture by tho coloring of the clear
skinned fnco and tho marks of tho Cel
tic raco delicately stamped upon It '
Tho purser came out of his room nnd
Joined Elliot. Ilo smiled nt sight of
tho young mnn's fnce. "Your map's
a llttlo out of plumb this morning, sir,"
"But you ought to see tho other fel
low," enmo back Gordon boyishly.
"I've seen him several of him. I'vo
got to glvo it to you and Mr. Macdon
ald. You know how to hit"
"Oh, I'm not In his class."
Gordon Elliot meant what ho said,
ne was himself nn nthleto, had played
for three years left tacklo on his col
lege eleven. More than ono critic had
picked him for tho All-America team.
But after nil he was n product of train
ing and of tho gymnnslums. Macdon
ald wns what naturo nnd a long lino
of fighting Highland ancestors had
Tho purser chuckled, "no's a good
J un, Mac Is. They say be liked to havo
drowned Northrup nftcr ho had saved
Elliot was again following with his
eyes the Hit of tho girl's movements.
Apparently ho had not heard what the
With a grin tho purser opened an
other nttnek. "Don't blamo you a bit
Mr. Elliot. Sho's tho prettiest colleen
that ever sailed from Dublin bay."
"Who Is she?"
"Tho nnme on the books is Sheba
"From Dublin, you say?"
"Oh, If you want to bo literal, her
baggago says Droghcda. Ireland Is
Ireland to mo."
"Whero Is sho bound for?"
Tho young womnn pnsscd them with
n little nod of morning greeting to the
The Rail Gave Way.
purser. Flno nnd dainty though she
wns, Miss O'Neill gave nn Impression
of radiant strength.
"Whnt is she going to do In Kusiakr
Again tho purser grinned. "Whnt do
they all do tho good-looking ones?"
"Get married, you mean?"
"Surest thing you know. Girls com
ing up nsk me what to bring by way
of outfit ' I used to make out 'a long
list Now I tell them to bring clothes
enough for six weeks and their favor
ite wedding march."
"Is this girl engnged?"
"Can't prove It by me," snld tho of
ficer lightly. "But she'll never get out
of Alaska n spinster not that girl.
Sho mny be going In to tench, or to run
n millinery store, or to keep books for
n trading company. Sho'Il stay to
bring up kiddles of her own. They nil
Three children enmo up tho stnlr
way, caught sight of Miss O'Neill, and
raced pell-mell across tho deck to her.
Tho young woman's face was trans
formed. It was bubbling with tender
ness, with gay nnd happy laughter.
Flinging her nrms wide, Bhe waited for
them. With Incoherent cries of de
light, they flung themselves upon her.
Tho two oldest wcro girls. The
youngest wns n fat, cuddly little boj
with dimples In his ooft cheeks.
"I dwessed myself, Aunt Sheba.
Didn't I, Gwen?"
Sheba stooped nnd held him off to
admire. "All by yourself Just think
"Wo helped Just the teeniest bit on
the buttons," confessed Janet tho old
est of tho smnll fuiully.
"And I tied his shoes," added Gwen
dolen, "nftcr ho had laced them."
Gwendolen snuggled closo to Miss
O'Neill. "You nlwnys smell so sweet
and clean nnd vlolety. Aunt Sheba,"
sho whispered In confidence.
"You're spoiling me, Gwen," laughed
tho young womnn. "You'vo kissed the
blarney stone. It's n good thing you're
leaving tho boat today."
Miss Gwen had ono more confidence
to make in tho ear of her friend. "X
wish you'd como too and bo our new
mamma," sho begged.
A shell-pink tlngo crept into the
milky skin of tho Irish girl. She was
less euro of herself, moro easily em
barrasscd, than tho average American
of her ago nnd sex.
"Are your things gathered ready for
packing, Janet?" Rho nsked quietly.
Elliott obtains an Introduction
to Miss O'Neill and while tho
boat Is taking on freight they
no for a stroll and have an
amazing adventure together.
(TO Uli CONTINUED.)
i Caste In Khaki.
Mnymo (ns two officers pass without
n glanco) Gee, Gort, somo nrray men
are 'ntlrely blind to- tho femalo sex.
Gert Sure. I guess they must be
long to that roservo corps. Judge.
Quid Pro Quo.
"Hero's a theorist declares hens
think llko human beings."
"I don't doubt they think llko tho
human beings who cacldo llko hens."
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