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    <title>Lingard054</title>
    <updated>Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:49</updated>
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    <collections>Chapter 6</collections>
    <contributor>Lingard Estate</contributor>
    <coverage>1972</coverage>
    <creator>Linen Hall Library</creator>
    <date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</date>
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    <keywords>Dynamite, Rifle</keywords>
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    <transcript>﻿51

They went up to Brian’s room and he closed the door. He was
grinning as he looked at Kevin. &quot;You&#039;ll never guess what I&#039;ve got
under the bed?&quot;

&quot;A stick of dynamite,&quot; said Kevin sarcastically.

&quot;You&#039;re getting near.&quot;

&quot;What?&quot; Kevin frowned. &quot;Brian, what have you got?&quot;

Brian knelt down and pulled a box from under the bed. Kevin
crouched beside him. He watched as Brian lifted the lid and removed
old newspapers that were lying on top. Underneath was a rifle and
several rounds of ammunition.

&quot;Whew!&quot; said Kevin softly.

&quot;Well, what do you say to that then?&quot; Brian saidt back on his heels
with pride. &quot;Surprised you, didn&#039;t I?&quot;

&quot;You&#039;re a foolnit, Brian&quot;

&quot;What?&quot;
&quot;Very funny&quot;

Brina, in a suddenblaze of temper very like his father&#039;s, seized
Kevin by the shirt. Kevin pushed him backwards and he went reeling
against a chest of drawers. Brian was heavier but Kevin&#039;s arms
were stronger. Brian got to his feet ready to lunge again at Kevin.

&quot;Quits it, Brian,&quot; said Kevin, &quot;It&#039;ll do no good the two of
us fighting.&quot;

Brian&#039;s shoulders slumped. The fire was gone out of him. He
sat down on the bed.

&quot;How the blazeshell do you think you can hide a rifle when the army
could be round here at any time searching?&quot; demanded Kevin
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