chapter  7
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A tall thin tramp 66

By8 Boston Blackie

I was drowsing off when a tall, thin tramp ambled over to the jungle. Blackie greeted him jovially: “Well, good morning there, George!” George was weaving back and forth. Blackie looked him over carefully and said: “Ahhh, George, you better have a shot of coffee-you look like hell!”