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doc#141 | to be prepared for almost any emergency. | He | had to depend on himself, since he was |
doc#141 | tunelessly as he fought the steering wheel. | He | seemed very pleased with himself, as though |
doc#141 | Highlands big shots". </p><p> McBride reddened. | He | himself had heard that there was gangster |
doc#141 | probably the world's coldest deck. </p><p> | He | flung off Lord's hand and attempted to |
doc#141 | more could he defend himself against them. | He | seemed to be fighting not one man but a |
doc#141 | for it: the murder would go unpunished. | He | , McBride, would be cited as in the wrong |
doc#142 | had arrived there long before the herd. | He | 'd started a fire and put coffee on, and |
doc#142 | Maguires joined it, which had been at midday. | He | 'd come alone, without his wife and child |
doc#142 | come alone, without his wife and child. | He | 'd been in an angry mood: Conchita had thought |
doc#142 | called him -- as the Mexican hands did. | He | was in earnest conversation with her father |
doc#142 | face was clouded with unhappiness. </p><p> | He | 'd told Hank Maguire and Luis Hernandez |
doc#142 | he would come after his son another time. | He | didn't want to put himself outside the |
doc#142 | soaked. But he felt no physical discomfort. | He | was only vaguely aware of the sluicing |
doc#142 | only vaguely aware of the sluicing rain. | He | hardly noticed the blue-green flashes of |
doc#142 | man to come out, and he came unhurriedly. | He | was puffing on a cigar, and he was turning |
doc#142 | with anger when they let go of his arms. | He | looked at each of them in turn, Brannon |
doc#142 | seemed to have trouble with his breathing. | He | held out a moment longer, then his nerve |
doc#142 | his nerve gave under the pressure. </p><p> | He | swore, and said, "All right. It's here |
doc#142 | they crowded him inside the dark building. | He | was uttering threats in a low but savage |
doc#142 | , scarecrowish figure in the murky dark. | He | came to the edge of the veranda, peered |