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doc#146 | rose and lunged toward Carmer's hat, which | had | tumbled half-a-dozen feet away when he |
doc#146 | Where else would he get it? Count what you | 've | got there, Cobb. We can soon tell". </p> |
doc#146 | his hand. "Not me", he ruled decidedly. I | 've | had enough. It was you that tracked it |
doc#146 | into the fight. </p><p> Cursing himself for | having | ridden out the last few days without a |
doc#146 | a gun crashed from somewhere behind. He | had | been sighted, and his attacker pumping |
doc#147 | they're Japs. Let's make sure first". Greg | had | the stick forward and the throttle up before |
doc#147 | on as if no one else were around. "They | have | n't seen us", Greg yelled to himself over |
doc#147 | time to see. His maneuvering for the shot | had | placed him near the overcast, almost inverted |
doc#147 | back. He fought the panic of vertigo. He | had | no idea which was up and which was down |
doc#148 | blooming everlastingly in the southern sun. I | had | come to New Orleans two years earlier after |