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scolded. "First thing we'd better do is get him out of the middle of the street and over to the command post to see if anything is broken." |
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"Think you can walk?" Jake asked. |
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I tried pulling one leg up, hinging it at the knee. To my utter astonishment, it worked. It hurt, but it worked. Jake slipped one of his massive arms under mine and tugged. All of a sudden I was vertical again. Unhappily, I discovered that in the upright position, everything hurt. The business end of the Mauser was jammed down into my groin area, and I fished it out, muttering a small prayer of thanks that it hadn't gone off accidentally. |
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Madden, Gregory and Ferris, along with a pockmarked face perched atop a human beanpole, gathered around me. Big Jake had a flashlight and was still checking to see if there was yet any sign of pupils floating in the morass of bloodshot gray-green I call eyes. I punched one leg out in front of the other and it worked. When I tried it the second time, Jake let go and I amazingly remained upright. |
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"What the hell happened out there?" Jake insisted. |
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Limping along between the two gendarmes with Doc and the beanpole following, I began to recount the whole gruesome episode. By the time I worked up to the climax, they were ushering me through the |
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