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"How're you feeling, old son?" And Johnny, grinning
painfully with swollen lips, croaked: "Like a two-year-old, Tom! Say, didn't we give 'em fits?"
"Fits? We trampled on 'em, Johnny, we trampled on 'em! The Fighting Scrub, that's us, boy!"
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