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doc#143 | time was close at hand, and |
doc#143 | swinging an ax at his second willow |
doc#143 | yelled and lashed at the team and |
doc#143 | materialize anywhere, at any time, |
doc#144 | blow which started at the floor. </p> |
doc#144 | mumbled, dabbing at his nose. |
doc#145 | shirt and staring at the fresh bullet |
doc#145 | them waiting there at the foot of |
doc#145 | zealously chipping away at the register rocks |
doc#145 | wasn't nothing at all"! </p> |
doc#145 | <p> Hez looked up at the high face |
doc#145 | looked apprehensively ahead at the narrowing, |
doc#146 | their heads together at the end of |
doc#146 | with Russ close at his shoulder. </p> |
doc#146 | bellow Carmer lunged at him. But |
doc#146 | . His glance at Gyp Carmer was |
doc#146 | visited the girl at Saw Buck he |
doc#146 | jerked to attention at the distant crack |
doc#147 | sky glowered down at them. There |
doc#147 | feet, and at times the sheer |