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           Montmorencysetupafuriousbarking,Ishrieked,Harrisroared;Georgewavedhishat,andyelledback. Thelock-keeperrushedoutwithadrag,undertheimpressionthatsomebodyhadfallenintothelock,andappearedannoyedatfindingthatnoonehad. 

           Georgehadratheracuriousoilskin-coveredparcelinhishand. Itwasroundandflatatoneend,withalongstraighthandlestickingoutofit. 

           "What’sthat?"saidHarris—"afrying-pan?" 

           "No,"saidGeorge,withastrange,wildlookglitteringinhiseyes; "theyarealltheragethisseason;everybodyhasgotthemuptheriver. It’sabanjo." 

           "Ineverknewyouplayedthebanjo!"criedHarrisandI,inonebreath. 

           "Notexactly,"repliedGeorge:"butit’sveryeasy,theytellme;andI’vegottheinstructionbook!"