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"I never knew the country was like this, an' I don't know that I ever would have known it if it hadn't been for those poet guys you're always spouting. "I always had an idea they was sissy fellows," he went on; "but a guy can't be a sissy an' think the thoughts they musta thought to write stuff that sends the blood chasin' through a feller like he'd had a drink on an empty stomach.
It must be the guy they were after all right, they had telephoned about a New York man yet Cart had a New York license on his car! He was living in New York now, and there must be lots of other guys ! A kind of sickening thud seemed to drop through his mind down to the pit of his stomach as he tried to think it out.
"Not a word?" "Have you forgotten that I promised you?" "That's all right," said Charlie, "only I just wanted to warn you. You can tie up with the church guys if you feel like it only don't mention your lost brothers down in the pit. Just you remember that I got some of the doctor's silver." The boy gave a start. "Oh!" he exclaimed. "Didn't you know that?" laughed the other.
"Where the hell," muttered Recklow, "did those three guys go?" A nightingale sang as he sauntered homeward. Possibly, being a French nightingale, she was trying to tell him that there were three people lying very still in the thicket near her.
"I was a kid when I first saw you, Ross," he said between his teeth. "So you had me fooled like everyone else. When your brother showed up at the Academy with his ears in good shape, I thought it was a curious coincidence two guys should look so much alike.
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"I'll send you down to help Gabby Smith at Red Butte camp. That's 'way to hell and gone down at the south end of the outfit, where nobody goes from here more'n about once in six months. Gabby's one of these here solitary guys that's sorta soured on the world in gen'al, an' don't hardly open his face except to take in grub, but yuh can trust him.
Joe said drily: "The logical thing would be to feel sorry for the big guys who think they're smarter than Mike." "Uh-huh," said Haney, deadly serious. "Mike's story is there's half a dozen rocket tubes already loaded. They're goin' to fire those rockets between shifts. The Platform gets shoved off its base an' maybe dented, and so on.
"Monseer," he said, earnestly, "I don't know where this country of yours is, but I'm for it. I guess it must be a branch of the United States, though, for the poetry guys and the schoolmarms call us Columbia, too, sometimes. It's a lucky thing for you that you butted into me to-night. I'm the only man in New York that can get this gun deal through for you.
"Say, what are you two guys talking about?" asked Roger. "Saving a ship, Roger," said Tom. "Dumping the whole assembly of the number-three rocket!" "Ah you're space happy!" "Maybe," said Tom, "but I think it's worth trying. How about it, Astro?" "O.K. by me, Tom," replied Astro. "Good. You get the cutting torches rigged, Astro. Roger, you give him a hand and keep your eye on the counter.
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