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"I always suspected that Jackson was playin` us about that red- haired cousin," said Rice two weeks later; "but I can`t swallow that purp stuff about her puttin` him up to that dodge about a new gold discovery on a fresh claim, just to knock out Brown. No, sir. He found that gold in openin` these irrigatin` trenches,--the usual nigger luck, findin` what you`re not lookin` arter." "Well, we can`t complain, for he`s offered to work it on shares with us," said Briggs. "Yes--until he`s ready to take in another partner." "Not--Brown?" said his horrified companions. "No!--but Brown`s adopted daughter--that red-haired cousin!"
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