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Holmes Dimaria . 4800 Lyon Heart Dr Apt A Owings Mills Md 21117-6617 | | | up. Tim wasted no time in grappling or clinching. He kicked. His heavy boot, backed by the power of a hundred and ninety pounds of brawn, thudded into the Indian's chest. Francisco was hurled over sidewise on his back. Another kick crashed against his head above the ear. He went limp. Ye lousy snake grated Tim. Crawlin' on yer belly to knife a sleepin' man, hey? Blast yer rotten heart— What's up? barked McKay from his hammock. Night attack, Cap. If ye're comin' out bring along yer gat. Hey,
and the rest have similar intentions, now's your time to try. If not, put away those knives. Knives Por Dios, what do you mean? Look behind you. José looked. At once he snarled curses and commands. Slowly the knives slipped out of sight. The paddlers edged backward to their own shack, leaving their puntero alone. The capitan has it wrong, asserted José. We awake to find our popero being kicked in the head. We want to know why. If Francisco has done what you say I will deal with him. That I may be sure, allow me to look. Very well. Look. José advanced, stooped, studied the ground, the position of Francisco's body,
feet away, and it seemed to be gradually advancing toward his own hammock. Whatever the creature was that made it, its method of progress was not human, but reptilian. Puzzled, suspicious, yet doubtful, Tim lifted the rear side of his net, on which no moonlight fell. Head out, he watched for the crawling thing to come close. It came, and for an instant he was in doubt as to its character, for around it lay the deep shadow of some treetops which at that point blocked off the moon. It inched along on | |
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