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all in a line. Each one with its lead slug and charge of No.1 powder, delivered into the gonne like crossbow bolts. He wondered how longof legs.
Angua was at bay in a ring of teeth.
The barking stopped. A couple of large dogs moved aside, and Big Fido stepped delicately forward.
'So,' he said, 'what we have here is not a dog at all. A spy, perhaps? There's always an enemy. Everywhere. They look like dogs but, inside, they're not dogs. What were you doing?'
Angua growled. it'd take to put in another six . . .But we've got him where we want him! There's only one way down out of the Tower!Yep, we might be sitting out here in the open with him shooting lead pellets at us, but we've got him just where we want him! Wheezing and farting nervously, Gaspode moved at a shambling run through the Shades and saw, with a heart that sank even further, a knot of dogs ahead of him.He pushed and squirmed through the tangle