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on his pipe. "Couldn't have been more than an hour ago," he drawled. |
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It didn't take me more than a few seconds to race across the room and cram the note under Madden's nose. In the same motion I had him by the arm, dragging him toward the door. Kendall was still voicing his objections to any delays in implementing his plan when we went out the door. |
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Jake stopped just long enough to shout back. "Don't start the sweep until we get back." |
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It wasn't until Big Jake was once again hurling the four-by-four down the fogchoked road toward the old woman's house that I started reflecting on the more mundane aspects of B.C.'s hasty communication. Where, when and how had Kelto received his marching orders? And probably the most mundane concern of all, how were they getting out to the old woman's house? Kelto didnl't have a car, and B.C. had been totally dependent on the Z. But by the time Madden cranked his machine off the main road and started down the narrow, twisting strip of rocks, sand and gravel known as the Carson road, I had forgotten those matters and returned to the primary concern of getting out of this mess alive. |
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The Constable of Chambers Bay knew his territory a lot better than I did. We slid to an abrupt halt and bailed out, leaving the |
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