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32594	Wells, Basil	Stalemate			.txt	text/plain	4882	498	94	"You tasted it anyhow," Harl Neilson's shrill young voice cried. war duels here in space made him fling his body to the left. Treb felt like an old man. shoulders and skull of Harl Neilson--or so his bloodshot eyes told him. "You mean," corrected Gram Treb, "half your ten thousand." "Stop around anytime, Harl." Treb moved a few feet deeper into a "Come on over and I'll show you Jane's picture, Treb," invited Neilson. "I thought I heard you two days back, Harl," said Treb. "Stop sounding off, Treb, and say something." Neilson scrubbed Treb felt his vitals knot at what he sensed in Neilson's expression. He scowled at Treb, his eyes on the carbine that the man "My friend--my very dear friend--Gram Treb!" Neilson laughed. "Shut it off, Treb, will you?" Neilson shouted, turning. "If that's the way it is," he said, and then, "coming at you, Neilson."	./cache/32594.txt	./txt/32594.txt