He wentthrough the rear door, carrying David's passport with him. I don't know what came over me. Blaine winced atthe jealous pang he could not harden himself to accept. He stopped screaming at last and Lothar stood back panting and wiped thewet red leather thongs on a saddle cloth and looked at the faces of hismen.
We'll break for a drink in ten minutes, he told her softly. He was apowerful-looking man of middle age, with a big slack gut from sittinghours each day behind the driving-wheel. He handed them to Shasa as a mark of histrust, and then they went back again, opening and re-locking each dooras they passed through. Betweenthem they rolled Lothar onto his back, and they saw the grenade lyingunder him.
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