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CHAPTER III A Credit to the School “It’d be a big saving all right if it could,” exclaimed Jerry at last. “And I believe it will work. There’s only one thing more to find out and that is how long the tunnel is.” “Here he is, friends,” said the Admiral, “for any of you to see who have not known him before, though I think you all do know him well.”.
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