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As Merton mused upon the genius of the trainer who had taught his horse not only to betray fright at a motor car but to distinguish between rehearsals and the actual taking of a scene, he observed a man who emerged from a clump of near-by shrubbery. He carried a shotgun. This was broken at the breech and the man was blowing smoke from the barrels as he came on. So that was it.
And I saw, next to an inflatable globe, written on a small piece of paper, the name of the chariot: "Sunped I, a solar electric/human powered vehicle." Below that I saw the name of the quest: "Tour Del Mundo." I was starting to realize that by leaving Rama's dream, I had gotten back my world. Nuna rode shotgun in the passenger seat, I turned the key and it started.
While Maurice worked with the ax he managed to sit by the fire they had started, seemingly to keep warm, but in reality because the shotgun had been leaned against a neighboring tree. And ordinarily Thad was far from being timid by nature; so that it must have been some sort of prophetic warning that bade him stick to the camp.
The doctor knelt beside him and held down the hand lamp which had stood on the table. One glance at the victim was enough to show the healer that his presence could be dispensed with. The man had been horribly injured. Lying across his chest was a curious weapon, a shotgun with the barrel sawed off a foot in front of the triggers.
Over the shattered door, now held only by one bent hinge, a half dozen forms swarmed inward, the quick rush blocking their passage. Cavendish pulled trigger, the deep boom of his shotgun echoed instantly by the sharper report of the girl's revolver.
The lime juice and the armchair began to get in their recuperative work. Somehow the distance across that flat did not seem quite as tremendous as at first. Finally I picked up the shotgun and sauntered across to investigate. The cause of action I soon determined. The owner of that rape field turned out to be an emaciated, gray-haired but spry old savage.
"I reckon he is pretty hungry. Here he comes for the fox meat now." Tom was right. The bear was advancing with great care, sniffing the snow-covered ground at every step. Once or twice he raised his head, as if preparing to run at the first sign of alarm. "I'd like to bring him down!" whispered Sam. "You can't do it with the shotgun, Sam. Be quiet!
It would never do for Hiram to show fear. And if both of the long-legged Dickersons pitched upon him, of course, he would be no match for them. But Sam Dickerson stumbled and almost fell as he reached the edge of the water-hole, and before he could recover himself, Hiram leaped upon him, seized the shotgun, and wrenched it from his hands.
They dropped behind some convenient bushes and then moved forward with great caution, each with his shotgun ready to blaze away instantly. The forward movement lasted for fully five minutes and then all raised up cautiously and looked for the deer. The game had disappeared! "Where is he?" whispered Giant, gazing around in bewilderment. "Bless me if I know," answered Snap.
So he left the shotgun behind and went on unarmed toward the place where Frances was even then sitting under the keen eye of Pete. "You keep where ye are, Miss," growled that worthy when Ratty rode away. "I will sure tie ye if ye make an attempt to get away. You have fell right into my han's, and I vow you'll make me some money. Your father's got a plenty "
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