The Dago squirmed and twisted in his hands, and Jim smiled placidly. Then he took him by the collar and the seat of his trousers and fairly slung him across the road. He lay for a moment where he fell; then, with a look of venomous hate on his face, he vanished down the road, and Jim turned back to the girl. "Now, what can I do for you?" She was gazing at him in admiration, and then she clapped her hands together. "Oh, but you're strong!" she said, and her eyes were shining. "That little brute ought to be killed. H…
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