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THREE:Never mind, Larry urged. Can you get him into the boat, somehow, Jeff? You ought to land him at a hospitalor at the nearest airport. Theres a medical officer at every onefor crack-ups. Or, fly and telephone for help!It would have become the sentiment of the crowd in another moment, but the little codger took up the second glass, and raised it again. Then it fell smashing to the floor. A second bullet had broken his wrist.
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THREE:11I always said whether you fly a crate full of passengers or handle one full of eggs, you get a good break sometimes!
THREE:"I put them in this here book," he said, "betwixt the leaves, and then I put the book under my saddle and set on it. I don't weigh so much, but it works all right," he added, looking up with a na?ve smile that reached from one big ear to the other. "To-morrow," he told him later, "I'm going to ride over here to Tucson again. What way might you be takin'?"
THREE:He rolled another cigarette, and sat smoking it unmoved. And she went into the mess tent.
THREE:It will do no harm to go over, agreed Mr. Whiteside, slamming the door behind them. Its shorter down along the water.