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Two raddle-faced ruffians glared at each other across a table in a waterfront saloon. The little glasses at their elbows were empty, and a third man, standing over them, asked blandly for a new round of drinks, and took his place at the table. After a whispered conference the bartender was called over. Money changed hands—to each of the ruffians a yellow bill, to the bartender a large wad. And next evening, on a coal barge, or in some lot at the edge of town, the two ruffians met and battered each other...
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