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1 8 |        intelligence. One, John Hart, of Illinois, was a man
2 11|      in the Toledo depot.~John Hart, Nab Walker and I stepped
3 11|        were unpacked, and John Hart and Nab Walker spread out
4 11|       I followed him, and John Hart and Nab Walker came behind.
5 12| completely crushed, while John Hart and Nab Walker, no less
6 12|     new?”~“Nothing,” said John Hart.~“You have explored both
7 12|        through the night. John Hart and Nab Walker drew a little
8 12|        revolvers, hitting John Hart in the leg.~We fired in
9 13| encounter rose before my eyes, Hart lying wounded upon the bank;