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. "You need me -"
"Look, Bas, I'm not even sure I can get in this way," Flint
began almost apologetically, "but two of us are sure to get
nailed. Two days, no morel I'll be OK!"
The wagon was almost upon them. Approaching their
home base, the guards obviously did not fear an attack and
were asleep on the buckboard, and the driver nearly dozed
from the tedium, too. The four horses pulled the wagon
steadily up the stream bed through the knee-high water.
Flint mentally measured the distance and timed the rotation
of the huge wooden wheels with their iron spokes.
Flint broke his concentration just long enough to hold Ba-
salt's gaze. "Watch yourself, son."
The wagon was smack in front of them now, the four
horses churning the water with their big hooves. Flint
launched himself between the bone-crushing wheels and
caught the bottom of the cargo box with just three of the
thick fingers of his right hand. He quickly swung himself
monkey-style until his left hand connected with the axle
brace of the right front wheel. Wrapping his arms and legs
around it, he held on for dear life and dangled beneath the
wagon and just above the water, waiting for some large,
pointed rock to impale him from below
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