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 Then Sam felt the wooden planks. "Hey, hey, hey. Wait a minute. These are real. Where are we?" yelled Sam. "I'm not sure where we are," I said, looking at the old-fashioned wooden barrels we were standing next to. "As a matter of fact, I'm not even sure WHEN we are." Fred, who had been peering through the barrels, turned quickly toward us. "Guys, quiet!" he hissed. "Two men are coming!" 
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