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A heavy breath escaped Slinger Dunn as he removed his gaze from the twitching Jocelyn to Molly and then to the bound Traft. His battered face was scarcely recognizable, but his eyes were wide open.
"Pears like I didn't get heah none too soon," he drawled. "Slinger! Just--in time!" gasped Jim.