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His four companions reacted to the sudden flash as though they expected an explosion instantly . And the sounds unleashed by their scramble seemed to each of them like the commotion of a hundred men dashing for shelter .
His four companions reacted to the sudden flash as though they expected an explosion instantly . And the sounds unleashed by their scramble seemed to each of them like the commotion of a hundred men dashing for shelter .
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I believed the Kid when he said a knockout in the fourth or fifth . Faith , that's it . I had faith in the Kid . Also , I know boxers . Can size them up . And I was sure the Kid could put the Flash to sleep anytime of the week .
I believed the Kid when he said a knockout in the fourth or fifth . Faith , that's it . I had faith in the Kid . Also , I know boxers . Can size them up . And I was sure the Kid could put the Flash to sleep anytime of the week .
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The Flash caught him on the ears , but he bounced back with a right that missed and spun him around so violently he could have kissed the canvass if he was not saved by the ropes . The crowd roared with laughter .
The Flash caught him on the ears , but he bounced back with a right that missed and spun him around so violently he could have kissed the canvass if he was not saved by the ropes . The crowd roared with laughter .
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