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"What are you trying to do? Why do you fall over a man like that? Are you drunk?"
Sweetwater drew himself up, made a sheepish bow, and muttered pantingly:
"Excuse me, sir. I'm in a hurry; I'm a messenger."
The man who was not in a hurry seemed disposed to keep him for a moment. He had caught sight of Sweetwater's eye, which was his one rem