36. He followed me, all right, and fast. I had to put on all the steam I had to get far enough ahead of him to find a spot to hide. I hid in a tree. I scampered up it just moments before the Duke came crashing through the underbrush.
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Excerpts by George Wyatt (contributed by Joel Wilson)
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