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In a second he was up again, and ran desperately until he reached my side. Blood was flowing down his cheeks from five deep scratches.
"The pongo," he gasped. "Nearly did for me. Jumped me, but I got in two shots. Then he grabbed for me but I got away. Stumbled just as you fired. Damn lucky."