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Say, got the makings? Eh? inquired Tom Reade, glancing up in mild astonishment. Got the makings? persisted the thin dough-faced lad of fourteen who had come into the tent. I believe we have the makings for supper, if you mean that you’re hungry, Tom rejoined. But you’ve just had your dinner.
I know I have, replied the youngster. That’s why I want my smoke.
Your wha-a-at? insisted Tom. By this time light had begun to dawn upon the bronzed, athletic young engineer, but he preferred to pretend ignorance a little while longer. Say, don’t you carry the makings? demanded the boy.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Say, got the makings? Eh? inquired Tom Reade, glancing up in mild astonishment. Got the makings? persisted the thin dough-faced lad of fourteen who had come into the tent. I believe we have the makings for supper, if you mean that you’re hungry, Tom rejoined. But you’ve just had your dinner.
I know I have, replied the youngster. That’s why I want my smoke.
Your wha-a-at? insisted Tom. By this time light had begun to dawn upon the bronzed, athletic young engineer, but he preferred to pretend ignorance a little while longer. Say, don’t you carry the makings? demanded the boy.