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doc#143 | their day's work. Haying time was close | at | hand, and they needed some strong branches |
doc#143 | Andy Ross had just started swinging an ax | at | his second willow when the distant blast |
doc#143 | man onto the buckboard, yelled and lashed | at | the team and got out of there fast. But |
doc#143 | figure that could materialize anywhere, | at | any time, to dispense an ancient brand |
doc#144 | flush on the nose with a blow which started | at | the floor. </p><p> Jess had had enough. Blood |
doc#144 | was Brenner's idea", Jess mumbled, dabbing | at | his nose. "He found out about you and Arbuckle |
doc#145 | bitterly, picking up his shirt and staring | at | the fresh bullet hole in the sleeve. If |
doc#145 | worn wagon. </p><p> Seeing them waiting there | at | the foot of Emigrant Rock was so overwhelming |
doc#145 | their own train were zealously chipping away | at | the register rocks, leaving their own records |
doc#145 | said almost in unison. "That wasn't nothing | at | all"! </p><p> Leaning forward in her chair |
doc#145 | Captain Clemens' signal. </p><p> Hez looked up | at | the high face of Emigrant Rock, official |
doc#145 | ". </p><p> Rod looked apprehensively ahead | at | the narrowing, precipice-walled gorge. |
doc#146 | Two men murmured with their heads together | at | the end of the bar, while the sleek-headed |
doc#146 | that Stevens made his way with Russ close | at | his shoulder. </p><p> The door was locked |
doc#146 | nimbly aside. With a bellow Carmer lunged | at | him. But he was more than half-drunk, and |
doc#146 | himself of something unclean. His glance | at | Gyp Carmer was disdainful. "Shall we get |
doc#146 | bleakly. Yet had he not visited the girl | at | Saw Buck he would never have been involved |
doc#146 | </p><p> Nearing home, he jerked to attention | at | the distant crack of a gun. In town no |
doc#147 | one had much to say. The sky glowered down | at | them. There was a feeling that this mission |
doc#147 | above them at about eight hundred feet, and | at | times the sheer cliffs seemed about to |