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Show 58 coming hard and fast. Hyrum looked at the untanned leather that had been stuffed with wool and nailed around a wooden handle, the ink balls that he used to ink the forme and which were now stained black with ink. "I was just experimenting with me new press-I was thinking of printing summat." Hyrum confessed. "No doubt you were thinking of printing summat," the man mimicked the Yorkshire dialect. "A 'folk tale' !" "Hop 0' My Thumb?" "Where is your type!" "Where is your chase?" Hyrum was speechless. "Good heavens, man, you're a printer. Where is your chase? Or do you have summat to hide?" "Hide? What would I 'ide? I've nothing to hide." Hyrum wiped the perspiration from his brow. He was beginning to feel sick. "Where is your chase?" the demand was beginning to echo in Hyrum's brain. Lathrop drew himself up to full stature which was not slight and began to speak in a very authoritative air . "This man is sick. I've just come over to take a |