Thomas Kinkade Mountain Memories

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it back, as soon's they get here!"
Lyra was afraid they might, too, for around the corner came the first policemen, and then more, and then the sysselman and the very good care of my friend's armor," he said conversationally. "Why, look at the rust! And I wouldn't be surprised to find moths in it, too. Now you just stand where you are, still and easy, and don't anybody move till the bear comes back with some lubrication. Or I guess you could all read the newspaper. 'S up to you."
"There he is!" said Tony, pointing to a ramp at the far end of the quay, where lorek Byrnison was emerging from the water, dragging something dark with him. Once priest and twenty or thirty onlookers, with John Faa and Farder Coram trying to keep up.But when they saw the group on the quayside they stopped, for someone else had appeared. Sitting on the bear's armor with one ankle resting on the opposite knee was the long-limbed form of Lee Scoresby, and in his hand was the longest pistol Lyra had ever seen, casually pointing at the ample stomach of the sysselman."Seems to me you ain't taken