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Оглавление"Oh!" she gasped. "Why—it's gold!" … … Frontispiece Roaring Bill Wagstaff stood within five feet of her, resting one hand on the muzzle of his grounded rifle "Hurt? No," he murmured; "I'm just plain scared." Bill stood before the fireplace, his shaggy fur cap pushed far back on his head
