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doc#146 | proposed. "If you spot Carmer give a yell | before | you move in". </p><p> Cobb's assent was tight |
doc#146 | he had not gone twenty feet in the street | before | Pat appeared. </p><p> "What luck, Cobb"? |
doc#146 | was now as somnolent and dull as the day | before | payday. Carmer himself was nowhere to be |
doc#146 | approach, was determined to drive him off | before | he could get into the fight. </p><p> Cursing |
doc#146 | draw. He had not covered a hundred yards | before | a gun crashed from somewhere behind. He |
doc#146 | shot after shot. A shot or two went wild | before | Cobb felt something tug at his foot. A |
doc#146 | side of the winding draw. The long minute | before | he reached effective cover seemed endless |
doc#147 | , with his main task to get any kamikaze | before | they got to the ships. Greg himself took |
doc#147 | cockpit feeling as if he had never been in one | before | . But his hands and those of Donovan moved |
doc#147 | plane take off on a combat mission. Yet long | before | the scheduled time for return, Donovan |
doc#147 | from Samar and hope that it didn't close in | before | they returned. </p><p> Greg pushed the radio |
doc#147 | It was only a fifteen-minute flight, but | before | it was through Greg felt himself developing |
doc#147 | hung up, and he was miles from the target | before | he could get rid of it. Only one of the |
doc#147 | had the stick forward and the throttle up | before | he heard the two "Rogers". </p><p> The planes |
doc#148 | into his costume to keep the date. Shortly | before | nine I drove my jalopy to the street facing |