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"A moment," gruffed one of the guards with a slight accent. "We shall say who shall do what passing this lock. Difficulties? Very well. Names, and space-fitness cards, please, from everybody. And where you will be staying, here in Serene..." Gimp and Frank got permission to pass the lock after about fifteen minutes. Without Helen and Les agreeing to stay, it might have been tougher.
"Honest, Mex do you expect us to do that? Be cavalier I haven't even got a pistol, right now. Neither has Igor, here. Come look-see... Hi, Frankie!" "Just stay there," Nelsen gruffed. Tiflin cocked his head inside the helmet of a brand-new Archer Six, in a burlesqued pose for inspection. He looked bad. His face had turned hard and lean. There were scars on it.
We're liable honest to gosh to go, aren't we?" "Some of us, maybe," Nelsen replied warily. "Sixty thousand bucks for the whole Bunch looks like a royal heap of cabbage to me." "Split among a dozen guys, it looks smaller," Two-and-Two persisted. "And you can earn royal dough on the Moon just for example. Plenty to pay back a loan." "Still, you don't pick loans off trees," Nelsen gruffed.
The pulling on the cord gave Greg's right hand a sharp yank, awakening the innocent plebe. But Mr. Butler, having swiftly discovered the cord, and having ascertained in what direction it ran, made a dive into the tent just in time to see Greg sitting up on his mattress, holding the cord. "So, mister," gruffed the yearling, "is this the way you amuse yourself late at night?"
After all the man was a boy, and a beaten boy. "Are you hurt?" he gruffed. "No not hurt." The Parson thought he understood. "It was the pluckiest attempt I ever saw!" he cried with the generosity of the victor. "That black filly had never known the feel of a collar, till twenty minutes since.... I was to have broken her this autumn." "She was the least bit awkward at the start," mused the other.
Colonists are going there, to quit the Earth, to get away from it all. Two-and-Two was about to leave for Mercury, when I last spoke to him. By now he's probably almost there. And even under the most favorable conditions, Mercury is hard to beam too much solar magnetic interference." "That poor sap," Nelsen gruffed. "It probably isn't that bad, anymore," Hines commented.
Lysle," gruffed the surgeon with a professional air. "He is very ill. He must be kept wrapped in hot linseed poultices and " "Oh, I say, doctor," remonstrated poor O'Keefe, "I'm not that bad." "You're a very sick man," scowled the surgeon. "Now, Mrs. Lysle has graciously offered to help nurse you. She'll see that you have hot fomentations every half hour.
"Greetings, Novices!" he gruffed with genial contempt. But his pale eyes, beyond the curve of his helmet, had a masked puzzlement, as if something from the lunar desolation had gotten into his brain, leaving the realization of where he was, permanently not altogether clear to him. Rodan pulled a shiny object from his thigh pouch, and held it out in a gloved palm for his new employees to peer at.
Then was Thomas Pureney's opportunity, and the Sunday following the miscreant's condemnation he delivered unto him and seventeen other malefactors the moving discourse which here follows: 'We shall take our text, gruffed the Ordinary 'From out the Psalms: "Bloodthirsty and deceitful men shall not live out half their days."
The armor locker! Rodan had extra keys, and could tamper and make replacements, any time he considered it necessary. Lester had wandered afield, somewhere. When he showed up, Nelsen jarred him out of his studious preoccupations long enough for them both to examine his armor. Same, identical story. "Rodan made sure," Frank gruffed. "That S.O.B. put us on a real short tether!"
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