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Cragin had little idea of how long they had flown, and none of the number of continua through which they had warped. They had been allowed to sleep, and upon awakening, had received food. That they were under guard was only to be sensed.
"They can afford to take us for granted," he muttered. He felt for the butts of his guns; they were still at his hips.