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We got down by their holes. Saw 'em come out, you know, and tried to
cut 'em off. They lolloped out--like rabbits. We ran down and let fly.
They ran about wild after our first shot and suddenly came at us. Went
for us."
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How many?"
Six or seven."
Cossar led the way to the edge of the pine-wood and halted.
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D'yer mean they got Flack?" asked some one.
One of 'em was on to him."
Didn't you shoot?"
How could I?"
Every one loaded?" said Cossar over his shoulder.
There was a confirmatory movement.
"But Flack--" said one.
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D'yer mean--Flack--" said another.
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