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doc#138 | It was, I felt, possible that they were | men | who, having received no tickets for that |
doc#138 | issuing from beyond -- winches whirring, | men | shouting -- indicated great activity and |
doc#138 | to be echoing the heavy footfalls of many | men | . I stopped by the counter. No one was behind |
doc#138 | knew what I was applying for? What sort of | men | I would come into contact with, at the |
doc#139 | the paved square. There were three other | men | within this prison whom Barton would have |
doc#139 | reached the guard house without alerting the | men | on the walls above, and Powers slipped |
doc#139 | Powers slipped through the door. </p><p> Two | men | were on duty inside, playing pinochle, |
doc#139 | Barton and Emmett Foster in the lead, seven | men | riding quietly through the night. </p><p> |
doc#139 | hoped to succeed they needed professionals, | men | who knew how to use a gun against men, |
doc#139 | professionals, men who knew how to use a gun against | men | , who would match the killers on the other |
doc#139 | of cavalry couldn't come in there if two | men | were guarding that trail". </p><p> Barton |
doc#139 | feel"? </p><p> "As mad as ever. But Kruger's | men | keep them off balance, and they don't trust |
doc#139 | a rat, you know. He sold out to Kruger's | men | . He's informed them of everything you've |
doc#139 | North San Juan and Bloomfield. It brought | men | out of bed and sent them into hurried conferences |
doc#142 | like Elena! </p><p> At the moment, the three | men | were not saying much of anything. They |
doc#142 | liking for hell-raising. They were all good | men | . </p><p> It was dark early, because of the |
doc#142 | rain to his office. The other five Slash-B | men | followed them inside, crowding the small |
doc#142 | dismounting and starting up the steps with his | men | following. "Don't get yourself killed for |
doc#142 | parlor, four roughly garbed and tough-looking | men | who probably had never before ventured |
doc#142 | brought to it all the odors that clung to | men | like themselves, that of their own sweat |