CHAPTER SIX: LIGHTED FLIERS-1
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quot;Yes, I ,quot; said ter. quot;
was.
tried to make ell, but Grumman killed ;
quot;; said Sam Cansino, quot;t eyes on, and I didnt kno;
quot;S; said tening in. quot;Youre talking about Stan Grumman? ;
quot; o ; said Lee Scoresby.
quot;O mixed up in to Bering-land. Last I ,quot; said ter. quot;Killed outrig;
quot;I ; said Lee Scoresby.
quot;No, youre bot; said t;and I kno who was
t on Sakhere was an avalanche.
Grumman sa ;
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quot;tarligerest t;
quot;I kno; said ter. quot;Up tain tory belonging to te Academy. to tell you. I kno;
quot; dyou to kno; said Sam Cansino.
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