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a will, histarget a skinny little Malay tailor who had scampered out of his shop totry to retrieve a bolt of looted cloth. In the noonday the men would rest up in the shade, and the twochildren could sneak away to talk and set snares or go over Sarah'slessons. The road skirted the rollingfairways of the Johannesburg Country Club, oases of green in the brownveld, watered and groomed and m He had looped a cartridge belt around hisneck as a sling, and the arm was supported partly by the belt and partlyby the black japanned despatch case strapped to the pommel of hissaddle.

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