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Make too much noise. The send Runner-on the-Wind. More quick. Tuleko run nighttime, too. Get all mans Watauga quick. Tomorrow." "That's the boy!" Sevier cried, clapping him on the shoulder. "Lytle, you'd better start with the men that are here. And the others will follow you probably the day after tomorrow." "Tomorrow," Tuleko interrupted. ................
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