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doc#146 | of what Crip had ", he |
doc#146 | the way they had come. Glowering |
doc#146 | . I've had enough. It |
doc#146 | . </p><p> " Pat had never pretended to |
doc#146 | bleakly. Yet had he not visited |
doc#146 | the range gunfire had a meaning. |
doc#146 | unmolested, he had his answer a |
doc#146 | The would-be assassin had his position figured |
doc#146 | draw. He had not covered a |
doc#146 | behind. He had been sighted, |
doc#146 | . A slug had torn half of |
doc#146 | first shot Russ had hurled his mount |
doc#147 | . No one had much to say |
doc#147 | as if he had never been in |
doc#147 | where the superstition had originated that it |
doc#147 | metal strip they had taken off from |
doc#147 | if the sun had come out. |
doc#147 | Todman thought he had spotted a tank |
doc#147 | houses that Intelligence had thought might contain |
doc#147 | mental pictures he had from the hours |