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63159	Savage, Les	Treasure of the Brasada			.txt	text/plain	58429	5368	92	"My legs are all right," said Crawford, turning to go past him and "What isn't the way?" said Crawford with growing heat. "Yeah, Crawford," said the white-headed man, watching him narrowly. "But--" Crawford moved his hand vaguely toward the horse--"Africano--" "This is Merida Lopez, Crawford," said Huerta. "I think Crawford knows how little chance there is of escape," said "What's Huerta got to say about it?" said Crawford. "When the time comes, Crawford," said Bueno, not looking up, "I will his badge," said Quartel, looking at Crawford. "To get a decent horse," said Crawford, without turning back. "Yes," said Crawford, watching Aforismo come from the bunkhouse and "Out in the brush," said Crawford, watching Quartel. "I told Quartel," said Crawford. "Whitehead was Quartel's man?" said Crawford. "Well," said Innes, still looking at Crawford that way. Crawford could see Quartel's head turn after the animal. "Quartel?" said Crawford. "Quartel?" said Crawford.	./cache/63159.txt	./txt/63159.txt