Here the road ran parallel to the deep rocky bed of a dry river beforelooping down through the deep cut He reached the 300-metre contour path and paused beside theconcrete signpost to draw a few long breaths. Centaine filled theawkward pause. No need for that, thelad did it himself.
He brokeoff and shaded his eyes, peering ahead. He had misjudged the range, always a problem over open desert terrain. l, a marvelous chorus raised in anAfrican work chant, and Shasa relaxed and leaned closer toTwenty-man-Jones to follow his explanation. She aimed the mascot on the bonnet between the white markers, roaredthrough the gap in the fence at forty miles an hour, and felt a loosestrand of barbed wire scrape down the side of the coachwork.
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