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now Friendship from Jane Gray's The Young Picture. Enjoy. And now friendship from The Young Picture

by Zane Gray.

A half hour or less afterward can enter the training house.

It chanced that the boys, having come in, were at the moment passing through the hall to the dining room, and with them was Coach

Arthur's.

Hello, you back?

What's the matter with you?

demanded the coach.

Ken's lips were popped and bleeding and his chin was bloody.

Sundry red and dark marks disfigured his usually clear complexion.

His eyes were blazing and his hair rumpled down over his brow.

You've been in a scrap, declared Worry.

I know it, said Ken. Let me go up and wash.

Worry had planted himself at the foot of the stairway in front of Ken. The boys stood silent and aghast.

Suddenly there came thumps upon the stairs and Raymond appeared jumping down three steps at a time.

He dodged under where he's arm and plunged at Ken to hold him with both hands.

Ken, you're all bloody!" he exclaimed in great excitement.

He didn't lick you.

Say he didn't!

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