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"Or any Mexicans on horseback?" "No. But " Scott turned to Hard. "I told you they'd taken the other road." "Look here," demanded the fat man, excitedly. "Is this an honest-to-gosh kidnapping? I say, it ain't Mabel Penhallow?" "No, it ain't," grunted Scott. "Will you loan us that car for a couple of hours?" "You bet pile in. Say, you boys give me an awful start. I'm going to marry that girl."
Tired and leg weary, the cadets stepped on a slidewalk and allowed themselves to be carried to a huge restaurant in the heart of Atom City. "Food," exulted Astro as the crystal doors swung open before them. "Smell it! Real, honest-to-gosh food!" He rushed for a table. "Hold it, Astro," shouted Tom. "Take it easy." "Yeah," added Roger. "It's been five hours since your last meal not five weeks!"
I carry nothin' cheap; nothin' but good whisky an' brandy that the liquor houses failed to declare when the world went dry. Then there's real, honest-to-gosh European stuff run in from Mexico; now you're in, Casey, I'll tell yuh the snap. When I said easy money, I was in my right mind. "You can count on highjackers leavin' yuh half your load; mebby a little more, if yuh set purty.
A real, honest-to-gosh space drive!" Millie gulped. It was far, far more than she had expected. Perhaps this was another form of disguise like the magneto-ionic.... "Are you sure?" Then she answered her own doubts. "Of course you're telling the truth now. That's not something you two would play games about." Then in awe "You've really got it!"
Many days we wash sand in de river, but no gol', sar, no, sar." Barry was nonplussed. He glared at Little, seeking inspiration from a man as dumbfounded as himself. Little grinned sheepishly back at him and remarked: "I expected this, Barry. It didn't seem right, somehow, for me to ever find honest-to-gosh gold sands. All my adventures have proved dreams. This is about right." "Right!
"Fer Gawd's sake!" he muttered. His eyes closed. He wondered what had become of his honest-to-Gosh nurse, Miss Gray.
Sundown caught the word "cook" and turned to, face the speaker. "I was lookin' for a job, meself," he said, apologetically. "Did you know of one?" "You was!" exclaimed the cowboy. "Well, now, that's right queer. I know where a cook is needed bad. But say, can you honest-to-Gosh cook?" "I cooked in everything from a hotel to a gradin'-camp. All I want is a chanct." The cowboy shook his head.
He bought shoes, socks, and some underwear, which the storekeeper assured him was the latest thing, but which Pete said "looked more like chicken-wire than honest-to-Gosh cloth," and fortified by his new and inconspicuous apparel, he called on the principal of the high school and told him just why he had come to Tucson. "And I'd sure look queer settin' in with all the kids," Pete concluded.
Space is still nice and empty ahead, toward the Kuzaks and Pallastown. That condition might not last... Gimp, are you honest-to-gosh set on going down to this dried-up, museum-world?" "Umhmm. See you soon, though," Gimp answered, grinning. "I'll leave my bubb and my load of supplies up here on Phobos. Be back for it probably in a week.
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