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Before the last of the cries had died away Philip flung far to one side of the trail the javelin he carried, and followed it up with Celie's, impressing on her that every ounce of additional weight meant a handicap for them now. After the javelins went his club.
"It's going to be the biggest race I've ever run," he smiled at her. "And we've got to win. If we don't -- "