Four ofthe strongest runners amongst the shufta had pulled ahead, and they weregoing to cut David off before he reached the ploughed land. He smiled as heremembered his own reply when at that age his father had told him:'Blaine, you must learn to be a better loser. The mountain club kept a lightweight stretcher at the forestry station,for this mountain took many human lives each year. The manager took a gulp of his lager.
There was an outburst of delighted guffaws at the coarse expression. You are chopping again. A millionpounds worth, good Lord alive. lot moretogether next month, hey, baboon? And they both roared with laughterand raised the beer jugs in unison and drank them dry.
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