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I think he set the drive timer on this ship, went outside with his supplies, crawled up a drive tube and waited until that atomic rocket blast blew him into plasma. He was probably badly wounded and didn't want us to know that we'd won. That way, we'd never find him." There was no belief on the faces of the men around him. "Why'd he want to do that, sir?" asked the sergeant.
"Maybe they want to teach us to talk," said the moustached man, "or maybe they're goin' to carve us up to see what makes us tick. Or maybe," he grimaced, "maybe they want to know if we're good to eat." The chunky man said, "Why'd they blindfold us?" Lockley had begun to have a very grim suspicion about this.
Thim gintlemen up there knows it well enough, and yourself knows it; why'd I be saying it agin?"
The little extra-terrestrial was sitting patiently astride his shoulder, deep, as usual, in some mysterious thoughts of his own. "Rat?" "What, Alan?" "Why'd they do that? Why did those people act that way? I was a perfect stranger. They had no business making trouble for me." "That's precisely it you were a complete stranger. They don't love you for it.
"I shore plum would hate to have to shoot Pinto, and that's what I'd a done if that serpent had set its fangs in his leg." "Why'd he shoot him?" asked Dick, for he and his brother, though far removed from the tenderfoot class, were not wise to all western ways yet. "There isn't much chance for a horse after it's been bit deep by a rattler," Bud explained.
Why'd you want to blurt out that Jack Blome was here to kill Steele?" "I'm ashamed, Sally," I returned, with hanging head. "I've been a brute. I've wanted her to love Steele. I thought I had a reason, but now it seems silly. Just now I wanted to see how much she did care. "Sally, the other day you said misery loved company. That's the trouble. I'm sore bitter.
Why'd he stand there like that?" Every night she had expected him to say something, but he never did. Instead, he would take a long breath, almost like a sigh, and, after closing his eyes for a moment, he would move into the room and light the screeching gas-jet. "Never thought of turning down the gas." This, particularly, was a sore point with Great Taylor. "Never thought of anything.
I've met all kind of Indians, but these old boatmen don't get down this way very often." "Why'd you think I didn't care?" asked the other boy. "If you mean a real old batteau steersman, I never saw one either. I reckon I'd have gone a few hundred yards to see one of 'em if he's the real goods. Since the steamboats came in, I thought they'd all played out.
Bart, why'd you do it?" "Oh, hell, Gib, be a good feller," poor McGuffey pleaded. "Don't be too hard on ol' Scraggsy." "We're discussin' you, Bart. 'Pears to me you've sort o' lost confidence in your old shipmate, ain't you? 'Pears that way to me when you act sneaky like." McGuffey bridled. "I ain't a sneak." "A rose by any other name'd be just as sweet," Mr. Gibney quoted.
Lord, I'd like to hev seen Wrangle jump the cliff with Jerry. An' thet was good-by to the grandest hoss an' rider ever on the sage!... But, Bern, after you got the hosses why'd you want to bolt right in Tull's face?" "I want him to know. An' if I can get to him I'll " "You can't get near Tull," interrupted Judkins. "Thet vigilante bunch hev taken to bein' bodyguard for Tull an' Dyer, too."
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