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Only for Osgood's sustaining arm, Shultz would have collapsed completely. Ned helped him to a chair, where he sat staring in dumb amazement and doubt at Roy Hooker. It was a marvel of marvels, a miracle beyond his understanding.
"I'm dreaming," he thought. "It can't be true."
But Roy was there. Roy was speaking. Shultz heard him say:
"You