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doc#145 | them Burnsides never took time to leave | their | John-Henry up thar". </p><p> "Wonder what |
doc#145 | Clemens' signal shot sent the men hurrying to | their | waiting teams. </p><p> "Reckon ye're right |
doc#146 | activity enabled them to ride in and rack | their | broncs without any particular attention |
doc#146 | street. </p><p> Neither spoke till they reached | their | horses. Pat paused there, looking across |
doc#147 | were lost in the clouds about halfway up | their | slopes. Underneath him the sea was a dark |
doc#147 | the other flights would be able to find | their | way back in this unfamiliar territory. |
doc#147 | and the rest blew up jungle. </p><p> With | their | load of bombs gone, the planes moved swiftly |
doc#147 | aircraft showed no sign of deviating from | their | original course. </p><p> In seconds, Greg |
doc#147 | rumbled and slowed. Six red lines etched | their | way into the gray and vanished. As if drawn |
doc#148 | as if they could hardly wait to get into | their | costumes, cover their faces with masks |