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since the three of us can't handle it alone, we wait for Kendall. Then we head for the caves." |
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Old E.G. wasn't all that thrilled with the prospect of hurtling his already battered body over a sheer precipice and dangling by a thin nylon line over churning waters hidden by fog. Add to that the fact that I was convinced the caves were populated by prehistoric throwbacks that indiscriminately ate meat, alive as well as dead, and compound that by the fact that my Mauser had proven to be next to useless against them. It was easy to conclude that I wanted no part of Madden's little caper. |
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Story or no story, it sounded like a very bad idea. |
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Waiting for Kendall's triumphant return gave me a chance to catch a few fast winks, which I did. Curling my weary frame up on one of the bleachers and using my jacket for a pillow, I slipped almost immediately into one of my typical, none too rewarding efforts at sleep. Laced into my apprehensions about chasing some man-eater down some dark, damp cave was a bad dream about Gibby. |
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"Wake up, E.G., wake up." B.C. was shaking me by the shoulder. |
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"What?" I mumbled. It was a question born out of confusion. The confusion was in the distancefrenzied voices, people |
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