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doc#146 | nodded. "It's within a hundred of what Crip | had | ", he declared. "We know Penny spent some |
doc#146 | moved back through the Palace the way they | had | come. Glowering looks met them in the bar |
doc#146 | hand. "Not me", he ruled decidedly. I've | had | enough. It was you that tracked it down |
doc#146 | be so quick on the trigger". </p><p> " Pat | had | never pretended to give advice in such |
doc#146 | see me over there", he mused bleakly. Yet | had | he not visited the girl at Saw Buck he |
doc#146 | occasional shot; but on the range gunfire | had | a meaning. Hauling up, Russ listened carefully |
doc#146 | would allow him to pull away unmolested, he | had | his answer a moment later. </p><p> "Over |
doc#146 | brush off at one side. The would-be assassin | had | his position figured pretty close. Dismounting |
doc#146 | urged his mount down the meandering draw. He | had | not covered a hundred yards before a gun |
doc#146 | a gun crashed from somewhere behind. He | had | been sighted, and his attacker pumping |
doc#146 | Cobb felt something tug at his foot. A slug | had | torn half of his stirrup-guard away. A |
doc#146 | out of here"! </p><p> At the first shot Russ | had | hurled his mount to the left toward the |
doc#147 | ride through the mud and pot holes. No one | had | much to say. The sky glowered down at them |
doc#147 | climbed into the cockpit feeling as if he | had | never been in one before. But his hands |
doc#147 | strip. He wondered where the superstition | had | originated that it was bad luck for a crew |
doc#147 | and out of showers. The metal strip they | had | taken off from was coal black against the |
doc#147 | them, the relief was as great as if the sun | had | come out. He spread the flight out and |
doc#147 | of activity. </p><p> Once Todman thought he | had | spotted a tank and went down to investigate |
doc#147 | bombed a group of houses that Intelligence | had | thought might contain Japanese supplies |
doc#147 | mind flicked through the mental pictures he | had | from the hours of Aircraft Identification |