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They were superb sniffers - and Rockson swore he could teach Class Act, his lead dog, to be quiet.
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After another ten minutes, they stopped for a sip of water from the bikes canteens. Let the others catch up. The Indian looked Rock in the eyes and said, I want us to be blood brothers. Rock nodded, and they made slits 
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