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Hopalong Cassidy stopped swearing at the weather and looked up and along the trail in front of him, seeing a hard-riding man approach. He turned his head and spoke to Buck Peters, who rode close behind him. "Somebody's shore in a hurry-why, it's Fred Neal."
It was. Mr. Neal was making his arms move and was also shouting something at the top of h