""Bates! "
The voice of James Sparling rose above even the roar of the storm.
A uniformed attendant stepped into the little office tent occupied by the owner of the Great Sparling Combined Shows. Shaking the water from his dripping cap, he brought a hand to his forehead in precise military salute."
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