A very small man with his hat pulled over his eyes sat on a wooden bench smoking a cigaret. Near him three or four gentlemen wearing badges were arguing in low voices; one was thumbing the pages of a rule book. Around the bench and the arguing gentlemen several thousand people shuffled and murmured. Suddenly one of the badge-wearers stepped forward and said to the little man: "All right, Mr. Jurado, you can drop it out two club's lengths." The little man smiled, got up, and placed at a spot indicated to him by...
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