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“
Think
he
’
ll
take
a
shot
at
them
on
his
own
account
?
”
“
Oh
,
no
,
he
wouldn
’
t
do
that
.
”
“
Maybe
they
took
him
prisoner
.
”
“
Well
,
that
’
s
to
be
thought
of
,
too
.
”
Suddenly
there
was
a
cry
.
Around
the
bend
of
the
road
in
front
of
them
came
a
cloud
of
dust
.
From
it
emerged
a
horse
’
s
head
.
“
Hello
,
hello
,
there
’
s
something
.
”
“
Remember
,
we
are
not
to
fire
first
.
”
“
Perhaps
that
’
s
Hooven
;
I
can
’
t
see
.
Is
it
?
There
only
seems
to
be
one
horse
.
”
“
Too
much
dust
for
one
horse
.
”
Annixter
,
who
had
taken
his
field
glasses
from
Harran
,
adjusted
them
to
his
eyes
.
