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H . e { 4 ' : Leen eae ee el ase eeme A ‘ samen ” we . =—_—O ere .¢ i : i a —, sme eter anes ae eed Gane tan: * reached San Francisco in the predawn darkness. By Howarp Korn AND DAVID WEIR Copyrighi) 1975 Rataixe Stone. AH righix reserved. The three fugitives drove to a black ghetto with rows of | ATTY FEARS Pand Emily Harris waited ramshackle Victorians—and sought out a friend. Bill and |i Emily's knocks brought the man sleepy-cyed to the coor, {i “You're alive!” Then he panicked. “You can't stay here. i it te — The whole state is gonna be i crawiing with pigs looking for |! mo , |} you.” He gave them five dollars 3 stops and ee ne ee a et eg ee -< a A aeees ce ne hob ona grimy LosAngeles street, fighting their cmo- tions as they listened to a radio rebroadcasting the ‘sounds of their friends 1 —: = dying. On a nearby cor if ner Bill Harris dickered over the | * + Tan ee Aves + 1 - . griscofa bantered old car. | and shut the door. “Don't come |! ! ot senty Wks away, rifle car hy back.” F i LF . w= gee Tieger 7 se 4 : . . } - : ‘ 1: . wot vaste in the * ; “ay wt i}! The Harrises returned to the |: ‘ . ° . Oren aa 7 ‘ ~ a * . eae a4 - . ‘ es Ma whoa charted ban: . bat '! car and ewisted the ignition key. jt ‘ | onetenennal 4 . ee : : - : i | Patitepeted hos heueb start fressith, ° | ee eer ~ sae fee 8 ener eperwnpererrry ett + 7 i ! ' an a