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The Seventh Man by Max Brand
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floor of the Captain's saloon into that amazing junkshop, the General
Merchandise store; but first and last he looked to the little flag which
gleamed and snapped above the schoolhouse, and it spelled "my country" to Vic.

Marne consented to break into a neat-footed jog-trot going down the last
slope, and so she went up the single winding street of Alder, grunting at
every step, with Gregg's whistle behind her. In town, he lived with his
friend, Dug Pym, who kept their attic room reserved for his occupancy, so
he headed straight for that place. What human face would he see first?

It was Mrs. Sweeney's little boy, Jack, who raced into the street whooping,
and Vic caught him under the armpits and swung him dizzily into the air.

"By God," muttered Vic, as he strode on, "that's a good kid, that Jack."
And he straightway forgot all about that knife which Jackie had purloined
from him the summer before. "Me and Betty," he thought, "we'll have kids,
like Jack; tougher'n leather."

Old Garrigan saw him next and cackled from his truck garden in the
backyard, but Vic went on with a wave of his arm, and on past Gertie
Vincent's inviting shout (Gertie had been his particular girl before Betty
Neal came to town), and on with the determination of a soldier even past
the veranda of Captain Lorrimier's saloon, though Lorrimer himself bellowed
a greeting and "Chick" Stewart crooked a significant thumb over his
shoulder towards the open door. He only paused at the blacksmith shop and
looked in at Dug, who was struggling to make the print of a hot shoe on a
hind foot of Simpson's sorrel Glencoe.

"Hey, Dug!"

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