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doc#147 | various revetments spread through the jungle. | Donovan | snatched Greg's chute from him with a belligerent |
doc#147 | in one before. But his hands and those of | Donovan | moved automatically adjusting and arranging |
doc#147 | . </p><p> "I've got her as neat as I can", | Donovan | said, as he dropped the straps of the Seton |
doc#147 | himself believed it. </p><p> "Yeah. See you", | Donovan | said as he jumped off the wing. The expression |
doc#147 | until the plane was out of sight, he knew | Donovan | would keep his back to the strip. He wondered |
doc#147 | long before the scheduled time for return, | Donovan | would be watching for every speck in the |
doc#147 | the rough strip spoke well of the skill of | Donovan | . </p><p> Greg's mission was the last to leave |