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get vaccinated and start this evening." But Hamilton declined. There was something better to do now.
Out upon the taffrail of a crowded transport, sat Trooper Knox swinging a pair of hardened legs and smoking a dirty pipe. He was about to have a chance at what he was best suited for, and he was chatting happily with another Rough Rider, his bunkie. "Newspaper work is no good," he confided; "they don't give you a chance to run with the ball."
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