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Wall, at Josiah's request, we went to the nighest place and had a cup of tea and a good little lunch. And then we went back to see the fish-hooks and things that is in the west buildin' of the group. Josiah said mebby he could git his eye on some new kind of a fish-hook. He said he'd love to go beyend Deacon Henzy and Sime Yerden if he could they boasted so over their tackle.
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"So it would seem, so it would seem," Scundoo answered meekly. "And it would seem strange to those unskilled in the affairs of mystery." "As thou?" Sime queried audaciously. "Mayhap even as I." Scundoo spoke quite softly, his eyelids drooping, slowly drooping, down, down, till his eyes were all but hidden. "So I am minded of another test.
They charged him for freightage, carage, storage, porterage, weightage, and to make their bill longer, they put in ratage and satage. "Uncle Sime writ back 'You infarnel thief, you, put in "stealage" and keep the whole on't." But I sez, "They're not all dishonest. There are good men among 'em as well as bad."
File your claim at the divisional office." The driver departed, outwardly meek before the power of the military, and Sime was hustled into an official car. He had little hope that his demand to see the terrestrial consul would be complied with, and this opinion was verified when the car rose into the air and sped over the waters of the canal to South Tarog.
"What now?" said Sime, descending from his mount. "We must lead the donkeys up the slope," replied Dr. Cairn, "where those blocks of granite are, and tether them there."
"Do you notice something unfamiliar in the smell of the place?" Dr. Cairn was the speaker. Sime nodded, wiping the perspiration from his face the while. "It was bad enough when I came here before," he said hoarsely. "It is terrible work for a heavy man. But to-night it seems to be reeking. I have smelt nothing like it in my life." "Correct," replied Dr. Cairn grimly.
He bowed ironically, and the men all laughed. Balta grinned too. "Still the same mind, Hemingway? All right, men, take him up to the observation post. Here, Murray, have a drink." Sime was led up a seemingly endless circular staircase. After an interminable climb he saw the purplish Martian sky through the glass doors of an airlock.
The ashes were hotter than the ground, proving that they had been recently made. But nowhere was there any sign of men. They shouted, but only weird echoes answered. The ship was now out of sight, and solitude pressed upon them. They felt an uneasy desire to get within comfortable constricting walls. They found the ship without difficulty. "Well, whoever it was has lammed," Sime concluded.
'Yes, rather; why, he works at the sime plice as me. 'Wot's 'e do with 'isself in the evening; I never see 'im abaht? 'I dunno. I see 'im this evenin' go into the "Red Lion". I suppose 'e's there, but I dunno. Then he wasn't coming. Of course she had told him she was going to stay indoors, but he might have come all the same just to see.
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