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M j COPYRIGHT, By PETER JB.KYNE mMjI
B CHAPTIJIt I.-rionecr In tho California
H redwood ruRlon, John Cardigan, nt forty-
H uwen, la tho lending cltlxon of Sequoia,
iiM owner of mills, Nhlpa, and many acres of
H timber, a wldowor aftor tlirco years of
H married life, nnd father of two-day. old
j Bryco Cardigan.
M CHAPTER II.-At fourteen Bryce makes
H the acquaintance of Slilrloy Sumnur, a vis.
H Uor to Hoquola, and his junior by a few
M years. Together thoy visit the Valley of
H tho Glnntfl, sacred to John Cardigan and
ftsf , hta son ns tho burial place of Dryce'a
H mother, and part with mutual regret.
H CHAPTICR IH.-Wlille IJryce la at col-
H logo John Cardigan meets with heavy
m business losses and for tho first tlmo vltwi
H te futuro with uncertainty,
H CUAPTKU IV.-Aftor graduation from
H roHege, nnd a trip abroad, llryco Cnrdl-
H nan conies home. On tho train ho meoti
H Ktilrley Sumner, on her way to Sequoia to
H make hor home there with her uncle,
H Col. Pennington. IJryce learns that hi
H father's eyesight has failed and that Col.
H Pennington Is seeking to tnko advantage ol
H tho old man's business mlsfortunos.
H CHAPTER V.-In the Valley of tin
H Qlants young Cardigan finds a treo felled
H directly across his mother's grave. Indl-
H cations are that It was cut down to sccur
M the burl, and evldehco seems to show thai
H Pennington nnd his woods-boss, Julei
M Ilondenu, are Implicated In tho outrage.
H "Uncle teeth," sho complained, "I'm
1 lonesome. The bookkeeper tells me
1 s you're froltip up to the logging-camp.
May I go with you?"
H "By nil means. Usually I ride In
M the cab with the engineer and flremnn ;
m but If you're coming, I'll have them
m hook on the caboose. Step lively, my
H 'dear, or they'll be holding the train
H f for us and upsetting our schedule."
H By virtue of their logging-contract
H Jwlth Pennington, the Cardigans and
H tielr employees were transported free
H 'over 'Pennington's logging railroad;
H hence, when Bryco Cnrdlgnn resolved
H to wait upon Jules Rondeau In the mat-
H ter of that murdered Qlant, It wan
H characteristic 'of him to choose the
H shortest and moat direct route to !
H quarry, and as tho long string of otripty
B- logglntruckii "came crawling off th
H Laguna Grande dumber company's log-
H 'damp, he vwung over the side, quite
H Ignorant of the fact tliat Shirley and
H her precious relative were riding In
H the little caboose In the rear.
H At twelve-ten tha train slid In an
H the- log lauding.
H "Where's Rondeau 7" llryco asked.
H The engineer pointed to n huge,
H swarthy man. approaching across the
H dealing In which the enmp waa sit-
m uatcd. "That's him," ho replied.
H And without further ado, Bryce strode
H to nioet his man.
H "Are you Jules Rondeau ?" ho de-
H manded ad he came up to tho woods-
H boss. Tho latter nodded. "I'm Bryco
H . Oardlgan," his Interrogator announced,
H "and I'm here to thrash you for chop-
H ' ping that big redwood tree over In
H that little valley where my mother Is
H "Oh!" Ilondenu smiled. "Wis
H pleasure, M'slcur," And without n
H moment's hesitation ho rushed. llryco
H backed away from him, wnrlly, and
H they circled.
H "When I get through -with you, Hon
H denu," Bryce snld distinctly, "It'll take
M a good man to lead you to your meals.
H This country Isn't big enough for both
H of us, and since you came here lust,
H you've got to go first,"
H Bryce stepped in, feinted for Hon-
H denu's Jaw with his right, and when
H the woods-boss quickly rccovored, rlp-
H pel a sizzling loft Into the tatter's
H midriff, ltondcnu grunted nnd dropped
Hj bis guard, with the result thnt Brycc's
H great lists played n devil's tattoo on
H his countenance before he could
H crouch nnd cover.
H "Tills Is n tough one," thouglit Bryce.
H Ills blows had not, apparently, had the
H Hllghtcst effect on tlio woods-boss.
H Crouched low nnd with his arms
H wrapped around his head, Hondouu
H still came on unfalteringly, and Bryco
H was furceil to give way before him ; to
H save ills hands, ho avoided the risk of
H battering Itondcau's hard head and
H sinewy arms.
H Already word that tho woods-boss
H wns battling with a stranger had been
H shouted Into tho camp dining room,
H and the entire crew of that camp,
H abandoning their half-finished meul,
H camo pouring forth t" view tlio contest.
H. Out of tho tall of his eye Bryce saw
H them coming, but he was not appro-
H lienslve, for he know tho code of the
H' woodsman; "Lot every man roll his
- own hoop." It would he n fight to a
H ' finish, for no man would Interfere;
j striking, kicking, gouging, biting, or
H. choking would not be looked uion as
H unsportsmnnllko; nnd as Bryce backed
Ht cuutiously nwny from the huge, lithe,
H active, and powerful man before him,
m ho realized that Jules Bondeau was,
- ui his faUier had stated, "top dog
jB among the lumberjacks."
H Bondeuu, ft was apparent, had no
B1 stomach for Bryce's stylo of combat.
K He wanted a rough-and-tiunblo fight
4 ( Bnrt kePt rushing, hoping to clinch; If
Bf ; ne could but got Ills great hands on
B. I Bryce, he would wrestle him down.
"Rondeau Will Take Cara of Him
climb him, and finish the fight in Jig
time. But a rough-and-tumblo was
exactly what Bryce was striving to
avoid; hence when Rondeau rushed,
Bryce sldo-stepped and peppered the
Suddenly two powerful hands were
plnccd between "Bryce's shoulders, ef
fectually halting his backward prog
ress ; then ho was propelled violently
forward until he collided "with Ron
deau. 'With a 'bellow 'of triumph, the
woods-boss's arms were around Bryce,
winging him until Iw factd Urn man
who hYd forced Mai "Into lhat terrible
grip. This was no less a personage
than Colonel Seth Pennington, and It
was 'obvious 'he had taken charge of
what he c6na!Uercd tlio 'obsequies.
"SUtnd back, 'you men, and give
them room," he shouted. "Rontleuu
will take enro of him now. Stand
'baclr, I say. I'll discliarge tho mnn
With a heave and a grunt Rondeau
lifted his antagonist, tho pair went
crashing to the earth together, Bryce
underneath. And then something hap
pened. With a howl of pain. Rondeau
rolled over on his back and lay clasp
ing his loft wrist In his right hand,
while Bryce scrambled to his feet
"The good old wrist-lock does the
trick," he announced; and stooping,
he grasped the woods-boss .by the col
lar with his left hand, lifted him, and
struck him u terrible blow In the face
with his right But for tho arm that
upheld him. Rondeau would have fall
en. To have him fall, however, was
not part of Bryce's plan. Jerking tho
fellow toward him, he passetl his ami
around Rondeau's neck, holding the
tatter's head as In a vlso with tho
crook of ids elbow. And then tlio bat
tering started. When it was finished,
Bryce let his mnn go, and Rondeau,
bloody, sobbing, and soml-consclous,
sprawled on tho ground.
Bryco bent over him. "Now. damn
you," he ronred, "who felled that tree
In Cardigan's redwoods?"
"I did, M'slcur. Knough I con
fessl" Tho words were a whisper.
"Did Colonel Pennington suggest It
"lie want zo burl. By gnr, I do not
want to fell zat tree "
"That's all I want to know." Stoop
ing, Bryco seized Rondeau by the nape
of the neck and the slack of his over
nils, lifted him shoulder-high and
tlu-ow him, ns ono throws a sack of
men!, full nt Colonel Pennington.
"You throw me at him. Now 1
throw him at you. You damned,
thieving, greedy, hypocritical Bcoun
drel, if it weren't for your years and
your gray hnlr, I'd kill you."
The helpless hulk of the woods-boss
descended upon the Colonel's expan
sive chest and sent him crashing earth
ward. Then Bryce, war-mad, turned
to face the ring of Laguna Grande em
ployees about him.
"Nest!" he roared. "Singly, In
pairs, or the wholo damned packP
IIo turned. Colonel Pennington's
breath had been knocked out of his
body by the impact of his semi-conscious
woods-boss, and ho lay Inert,
gasping llko n hooked fish. Beside
him Shirley Sumner was kneeling, her
hands clasping her unclo's, but with
her violet eyes blazing fiercely on
"ITow dare you?" she cried. "You
coward I To hurt my uncle I"
Ho gazed nt her for a moment,
fiercely, defiantly, his chest rising nnd
falling from his rocent exertions, his
knotted fists gory with tho blood of
his runny. Then the light of battle
tiled, slid he hung his head. "I'm
sorry," he murmured, "not for his
sake, but yours. I didn't know you
were here. 1 forgotmyself."
"I'll never spenk to you ngnln so
long as I live," she burst out passion
ately. He advanced n step nnd stood gaz
ing down upon her. Her angry glnnro
met his unflinchingly; nnd presently
for him the light went out of the
"Very well," he murmured. "Good
bye." And with bowed head he turflcd
and made off through tho green timber
toward his own logging-camp five
With the descent upon his brenst of
tlio llinp body of his big woods-bully,
Colonel Pennington had been struck
to earth as effectually ns If a fnlr-slzed
tree hnd fallen on him, the Inst whiff
of breath had been driven from his
lungs ; nnd for the space of n minute,
during which Jules Rondeau lay heav
ily ncross his midriff, tho Colonel wns
quite unable to get It buck. Pale,
gasping, and Jarred from soul to sus
penders, he wns merely awaro that
something unexpected and disconcert
ing hnd occurred.
AVhllo tlio Colonel fought for Ids
hrenth, his woodsmen remained In the
oiling, paralyzed Into Inactivity bj
renson of the swiftness nnd thorough
ness of Bryce Cardigan's work; then
Shirley motioned to them to remove
tho wreckage, nnd they hnstened to
Kreed from tho weight on the
geometric center of his being, Colonel
Pennington stretched his legs, rolled
his head from side to side, nnd snorted
violently several times like a buck
After the sixth snort he felt so much
better that a clear understanding of
tlio exact nature of the catastrophe
came to him ; lie struggled nnd sat up,
looking around him a little wildly.
"Where did Cardigan gor he
Ono of his men pointed to the Umber
Into which the enemy had Just dis
appeared. "Surround him take him," Penning
ton ordered. "I'll give a month's
pay to each of the six men that
bring that scoundrel to me. Got him
quickly I Understand?"
Not a man moved. Pennington
shook with fury. "Get him," he croak
ed. "There nro enough of you to do
tho Job. Close in on him everybody.
I'll give a month's pay to every
body." A man of that indiscriminate mix
ture of Spaniard nnd Indian known in
Onllfornln as cholo swept the circle of
men with an alert nnd knowing glance.
Ills name was Flnvio Artelan, but his
straight black hair, dark russet com
plexion, beady eyes, and hawk nose
gave film such a rescmblanca to, a
fowl that he was known among his fel
lows as the Black Minorca, regardless
of tho fact thnt this sobriquet was
scarcely fair to a very excellent breed
of chicken. 'Thnt offer's good enough
for me," he remarked In businesslike
tones. "Corao on everybody. A
month's poy for five minutes' work.
I wouldn't tackle tho J6b with six men,
but there ore twenty of us here."
"Hurry," Uie Colonel urged them.
Shirley Sumner's flashing glance
rested upon the Black Minorca. "Don't
you dare!" sho cried. "Twenty to
one I For shame 1"
"For n montli'8 pay," he replied Im
pudently, nnd grinned evilly. "And
I'm tnkin orders from my boss." He
stnrted on n dog-trot for the timber,
and a dozen men trailed after him.
Shirley turned helplessly on her
uncle," seized his arm nnd shook it
frantically. "Call them backl Call
them back I" she pleaded.
Her undo got uncertainly to his
feet "Not on your llfel" ho growled,
and In his cold gray eyes there danced
the lights of a thousand devils. "I told
you tho fellow wns a rufllan. Now,
perhaps, you'll believe me. We'll hold
him until Hondouu revives, nnd then
Shirley guessed the rest nnd she
realized thnt It was useless to plead
thnt sho wus only wasting time.
"Bryce I Bryce!" sho called. "Run!
Thoy're after you. Twenty of them I
Run, run for my sakcl"
His voice answered her from the
timber: "Run? From those cattle?
Not from man or devil." A silence.
Then : "So you've changed your mind,
hnvo you? You'vo spoken to mu
again 1" There wns triumph, exultn
tlon In his voice. "Tho timber's too
thick, Shirley. I couldn't get nwuy
anyhow so I'm coming back.
She saw him burst through a thicket
of aider saplings Into the clearing,
saw n half dozen of her uncle's men
closo In around him like wolves around
n sick steer; nnd ut the shock of their
contact, she moaned nnd hid her face
In her trembling hnnds.
Hnlf man nnd half tiger that he
was, the Black Minorca, ns self-appointed
leader, reached Bryco first.
Tho cholo was n squat, powerful llttlo
mun, with more bounce to him than u
rubber hall; leading his men by a
dozen yards, ho hesitated not an In
stant but dodged under tho blow Bryco
lushed out at him and enmo up insldo
tho lntter's guard, feeling for Bryce's
thront Instead ho mot Bryce's knee
In his abdomen, and forthwith he fold
ed up llko an accordion.
The next Instant Bryco had stooped,
caught him by the slack of the
trousers and tlio scruff of tho neck and
thrown him, ns ho had thrown Ron
deau, Into the midst of tho men ad
vancing to his nid. Three of them
went down backward; and Bryce,
charging over them, stretched two
more with well-placed blows from left
to right, and continued on across the
clearing, running at top speed, for he
realized that tor all tl d-perntlon I
of his fight and the losses already In-1
fllcted on his nss Hants, the oddsj
against him were Insurmountable. '
Seeing hlrn running nftny. thej
Lngunn Urnndc woodsmen took henrt,
nnd hope nnd pursu'-d him. Straight
for the loading donkey at the dog
landing Bryco ran. Beside the donkey
stood a neat tier of firewood; In the'
chopping block, where the donkey-!
fireman had driven It prior to aban
doning tils post to view the contest'
between Bryce and Jules Rondeau, wnsj
a double-bitted uxe. Bryce Jerked It
loose, swung it, whirled on his pur-1
suers, and rushed them. Llko turkeys
scattering before tlio raid of n coyote
they fled In divers directions nnd from
n safe distance turned to gnze ap
prehensively upon this demon they
hnd been ordered to bring In.
Bryce lowered the nxe, removed his
hnt, nnd mopped his moist brow. From
the center of the clenrlng men were
crawling or staggering to snfety
with the exception of the Black
Minorca, who Iny moaning voftly.
"Qet Off My Property, You Savagel"
Colonel Pennington, seeing his fondest
hopes expire, lost his head, completely.
"Get off my property, you savage I'
"Don't bo a nut Colonel," Bryce re
turned soothingly. "I'll get off wlwc
I get good nnd ready, nnd not a second
sooner. In fact, I was trying to gel
off as rapidly as I could when you
sent your men to bring me back
Prithee why, told thing? Didst crave
more conversation with me, or didst
want thy camp cleaned out?"
He started toward Pennington, who
backed hastily away. Shirley stood
her ground, bending upon Bryco, ns he
appronchod her, a cold and disapprov
ing glance. "I'll get you yet" the
Colonel declnted from the shelter of
nn old stump behind which lie Jind
"Barking dogs never bite. Colonel.
And that reminds me: I've heard
enough from you. One more cheep
out of you, ray friend, nnd I'll go up
to my logging-camp, return here with
a crew of hluenoses nnd wild Irish and
run your wops, bohunks, and cholos
out of tlio county. I don't fancy the
clnss of labor you're Importing Into
tills county, anyhow."
Tlio Colonel, evidently deciding thnt
discretion wns the better part of valor,
promptly subsided, nlthough Bryce
could see that he was mumbling threats
to himself, though not In an audible
The demon Cnrdlgnn halted beside
Shirley nnd stood gazing down at her.
He wns smiling nt her whimsically.
She mot his glnncc for n few seconds;
then her lids were lowered and she bit
her Up with vexntinn.
"Shirley," he said.
"You nre presumptuous," she qun
vcred. "You set me nn exnmplo In presump
tion," ho retorted good humoredly.
"Did you not cnll me by my first name
a minute ago?" The heir to Cardi
gan's redwoods bent over the girl.
"You spoko to me after your promise
not to, Shirley," he snld gently. "You!
will nlwnys .peak to me." I
Sho commenced to cry softly. "1
lonthe you," sho sobbed.
"For you I have tho utmost respect
and ndmlration," ho replied.
"No, you hnven't. If you hnd, you
wouldn't hurt my uncle tho only h
man being in all this world who Is
dear to me."
"Gosh I" he murmured plaintively.
"I'm Jealous of that mon. However.
I'm sorry I hurt him. I give you my
word I came hero to fight fairly "
"He merely tried to stop you from
"No, ho didn't, Shirley. He Inter
fered and fouled me. Still, despite
that, if I hnd known you were a spec
tator I tlilnk 1 should hnvo controlled
myself and refrained from pulling off
my vengennco In your presence. 1
rtiall nover censo to regret thnt I sub
jected you to sucli n distressing spec
tacle. I do hope, however, that you
will believe mo when I tell you I am
not a bully, although when tliere Is n
fight worth wlille, I never dodgo It.
And tills tlmo I fought for the honor
of the Houio of Cardigan,"
"If you want mo to believe thnt you
will beg my unclo's pnrdon."
"I can't do thut IIo is my enemy
nnd I shall hnte him forever; I shall
fight him nnd his way of doing business
until ho reforms or I nm exhausted."
"You rcnllze, of course, what your
Insistence n that plan means, Mr.
"Call me Bryce." he pleaded.
"You're going to cnll me that some day
anyhow, so why not start now?"
"Yon orn altogether Insufferable,
sir. Please go nwny nnd never pre
sume to address me ngaln. You are
lie shook his head. "I do not give
up thnt readily, Shirley. I didn't
know how dear what your friendship
meant to me, until you sent mo nwny;
I didn't tlilnk there wns any hope until
you warned me those dogs were hunt
ing me nnd called mo Bryce." lie
held out his hand. "'God gave us our
relntlons," he quoted, " but thank God,
we enn choose our friends.' And I'll
be n good friend to you, Shirley Sum
ner, until I hnvo earned the right to be
something more. Won't you shake
hands with mo? Remember, this fight
to-day Is only tho first- skirmish In n
wnr to tho finish and I nm lending n
forlorn hope. If I lose well, this will
"I hate you," she answered drearily.
"All our fine friendship smashed
nnd you growing stupidly sentimental.
1 didn't tnk It of you. Plense go
nwny. You nro distressing me."
no smiled at her tenderly, forgiv
ingly, wistfully, but die did not sec It.
"'Then It Is really good-bye," ho mur
mured with mock dolorousness.
She nodded her bowed head. "Yes,"
sho whispered. "After all, I have
some pride, you know. You mustn't
presume to be the butterfly preaching
contentment to the tond in the dust."
"As you will It Shirley." Ho turned
nwny. "I'll send your nxe back with
tho first trainload of logs from my
enmp, Colonel," he called to Penning
ton. Once more he strodo away Into the
tlmUer. Shirley watched him pass out
of her life, and gloried In what sho con
ceived to be his ugony, for aho hnd
bdth temper nnd spirit nnd Bryce
Cardigan cnlmly, blunderingly, rather
stupidly (she thought) hnd presumed
flagrantly on brief acquaintance.
Tho Colonel's voice broke In upon
her bitter reflections. "That fellow
Cardigan Is a hard nut to crack I'll
say that for him." He had crossed the
clearing to her side nnd was nddrcss
lag her with his customary nir of ex
pnnslvcness. "I tlilnk, my dear, you
had better go back Into tlio caboose
nwny from the prying eyes of those
rough fellows. I'm sorry you enme.
Shirley. I'll never forgive myself for
bringing you. If I hnd, thought but
how could I know thnt scoundrel was
coming here to raise a disturbance? I
And only Inst night he was at our
house for dinner 1" i
"I wonder what could have occurred j
to make surh a madman out of him?"
the girl queried wonderingly. "Hm
acted morp like a demon than a human
"Just like his old father," the Colonel
purred benevolently. "When lie enn't
get what ho wants, he sulks. I'll tell i
you what got on his confounded i
nerves. I've been freighting logs for
the senior Cnrdlgnn over my railroad ;
the contract for limiting them wns n
heritage from Bill Henderson, from
whom I bought the mill nnd timber
Innds; and of course as his assignee It
wns Incumbent upon me to fulfill
Henderson's contract with Cardigan,
even though the freight-rate was ruin
ous. "Well, this morning young Cardigan
enme to my office, reminded mo thnt
the contract would expire by limita
tion next year and asked me to renew
It nnd at tho same frolght-rute. 1
offered to renew tho contract but nt
a Uglier freight-rate, and explained to
him thut I could not possibly continue!
to haul his logs at a loss. Well, right
away he flew in a rago nnd called
me a robber; whereupon I Informed,
him thnt since ho thought mo n robber,
perhaps we luid better not attempt to.
have uny business dealings with each'
other that I really didn't want his'
contract nt nny price, having senrcely
Bufllcicnt rolling Btock to handle my
own logs. Thnt mnde him calm down,
but In n llttlo while he lost his head
ngnln nnd grew snarly nnd abusive .
to such an extent, Indeed, thnt flnnlly'
I was forced to ask hlm to leave my'
"Nevertheless, Dnclo Seth, I cannot .
understand why he should mnko such
n furious nttack upon your employee."1
The Colonel laughed with n fair!
Imitation of sincerity and tolerant
amusement "My dear, thnt is no
mjstery to me. Cnrdlgnn picked on
Rondeau for tho renson thnt a few
days ngo ho tried to hlro Rondeau
away from mc offered hlm twenty-five
dollnrs a month more than I was pay
ing him, by George! Of course when
Rondeau came to me with. Cardigan's
proposition, I promptly met Cardigan's
bid and retained Hondouu; consequent
ly Cnrdlgnn liutes us both nnd took tho
earliest opportunity to vent his spite
Tho Colonel sighed nnd brushed tho
dirt and ienves from Ills tweeds.
"Thunder!" bo continued philosophi
cally, "It's all In tho game, .so why
worry over It? And why contlnuo to I
discuss nn unpleasant topic, my denr?"
Her uncle took her gently hy the
arm and steered her townrd tho en
boose. "Well, what do you think of
your company now?" ho demanded
"I think," sho answered soberly,
"thnt you havo gained nn enemy worth
whilo nnd that It behooves you not to'
Through the green timber Bryce
Cardigan strode, nnd there was a lilt
In his heart now. Already he hnd
forgotten the desperato situation from
- - - i . i i i ii . r
which he hnd Just escaped ; he thought
only of Shirley Sumner's face, tear
stained with terror; and because ho
i knew that at least some of those tear
I had been Inspired by tho gravest ap
prehensions ns to his physical well- v
being, because In Ills ears there still
I resounded her frantic warning, ho
realized thnt however stern her dccrc9",
of banishment had been, she wuy
nevertheless not Indifferent to hlro.
The cllmnx hnd been reached and
passed; and the result had been far
from the disaster ho had painted In
his mind's eye ever slnco tho knowl
edge had come to him thnt ho was
doomed to battle to n knockout 'with
Colonel Pennington, and that one nt
the earliest fruits of hostilities would
doubtless be tho loss of Slilrloy Sum
ner's prized friendship. Well, he had
lost her friendship, but n still small
voice whispered to him that tho loss
was not lrrepnrnble whereat ho
swung his nxe as n bandmaster swings
his baton; he was glad thnt tie had
started tho war and whs now free to
fight It out unhampered.
Up hill nnd down dnlo he went
Within two hours his ' long, tireless
stride brought him out into n clearing
In the valley where his own logging
camp stood. He went directly to the
"Is Mr. McTavlsh at Home?"
log-landing, where In a listless and
hnlf-henrted manner the loading crew
were piling logs on Pennington's log
Bryce looked nt his watch. It was
two o'clock; at two:flfteeo Penning
ton's locomotive would appear, to back,
in nnd couple to the long line of
trucks. And the train was only half
"Where's McTavlsh?" Bryce de
mnnded of tho donkey-driver.
The man mouthed hJs quid, spot
copiously, wiped his mouth with the
back of his hand, and pointed. "Up
at hi shunty," he mnde unswer, and
grinned nt Bryce knowingly.
(Continued next week.)
Uncle Sam will not marry Miss
League to reform her. St. Louis
President Wilson seems to havo a
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He is always mad at somebody.
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