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doc#139 | horses. Barton was relieved to see that Carl | Dill | and Emmett Foster had brought extra mounts |
doc#139 | It was to him that Barton had sent Carl | Dill | on Dill's release from the prison. </p><p> |
doc#139 | to him that Barton had sent Carl Dill on | Dill | 's release from the prison. </p><p> Clyde |
doc#139 | be found". </p><p> Then Barton touched Carl | Dill | 's arm and moved off, up the river bank. |
doc#139 | wanted a careful, uninterrupted report from | Dill | on the conditions in the valley. </p><p> |
doc#139 | squatted on their heels in the deep mud and | Dill | found a cigar in his breast pocket, passing |
doc#139 | prison, they had shared a cell. </p><p> Carl | Dill | was neither a rancher nor a valley man. |
doc#139 | together, and since his release from prison | Dill | had worked tirelessly to effect this night |
doc#139 | abandoned. </p><p> "The road's washed badly", said | Dill | , "but there's a trail you can get over |
doc#139 | </p><p> "My boy. Did you find him"? </p><p> | Dill | was silent as if he hated to answer, and |
doc#139 | </p><p> "What's he doing there"? </p><p> Again | Dill | hesitated. "Dealing faro". "Dealing faro |
doc#139 | All right. Let's go get the boy". </p><p> | Dill | had come up also. "I was afraid of this |
doc#139 | you hadn't I'd have killed you". </p><p> | Dill | 's voice tightened. "But you can't ride |
doc#139 | you do". Barton's voice was rougher than | Dill | had ever heard it. "I never saw him. My |