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Huh! it's like gropin' 'raound yeour bedroom in the pitch dark, when wakin' up from a bad dream--kinder lose yeour head, an' get sorter nutty in the bargain. Mebbe we're miles an' miles eouten the way, even gettin' wuss rattled right along; but say, that aint like my partner, to lose his head, an' run us into a blind sack. I jest _got_ to depend on Jack to pull us through--aint I seen him come eout right-side up heaps o' times when things they had an _aw_ful black look?