"No Mexican bandits. No Chinese bad men. No dens in Chinatown. Say, Jack, remember how you felt when we were licked in our attempt to escape from that dive out in San Francisco? Boy, that was the time when things looked mighty blue. Jack?" Frank turned around impatiently from where he lounged in the open doorway of the radio station, and faced his chum at the receiver.…
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