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"The Mystery Man!" shouted the Overland Riders.
"Oh, Mr. Long, where are you?" cried Grace.
"I am here, bound over to keep the peace. If you will kindly release me I will stretch myself, fit you with specs and proceed to break the peace as soon as I can catch sight of the fellows who put me here. Specs, folks? If you cannot wait, fetch my cas