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"Now wot's dis yeah niggah to do?" He lashed the wheel fast and sought advice from Luke Peterson, who was feeling stronger every minute. The burly lumberman shook his head dubiously. "In trouble for certain," was his comment. "Didn't hear any pistol shots, did ye?" "Didn't heah nuffin, sah." "They wouldn't remain on board of that craft of their own free will." "Don't specs da would, sah.
And you ain't thinkin' nothin' of yore precious skin, are yuh? Oh, no, not a-tall. I wonder what yore company would say to the li'l deal between you and me that started this business. I wonder what they'd think of Mr. Lanpher and his sense of duty. Yeah, I would wonder a whole lot." "Well " began Lanpher, lamely. "Hell!" snarled the stranger. "You make me sick! Now you listen to me.
"It seems a fair exchange; otherwise he faces the same hazards we do." "Yeah," Tarlac said. "It's a little hard to convince an overgrown bobcat to pull its punches." "N'derybach are not known for their peaceful dispositions," Hovan agreed. "But if you are done eating, we should leave. You will want as much daylight as you can get." "Okay, let's go. I'm as ready as I'll ever be."
"You'll never get us on a prison asteroid," whined Mason. "Don't kid yourself," said Roger. "As soon as we get the reactor units set, we're going to send this hunk of copper back to Earth and then take you back. They'll bury you!" "Who's going to do all that?" snapped Loring. "A bunch of punk kids and a loudmouthed Solar Guard officer?" "Yeah," retorted Roger. "Cadet Manning!"
"THIS is the worst time of all the yeah to be sick," fretted the Little Colonel, pausing in her restless journey around the room. She had been pacing from window to fireplace in the nurse's office, and from fireplace to window again, watching the clock and the slowly westering sun, as if watching would hasten the day to its close.
Down theh on the bar she draws yo' right into shallow water, an' yo' hang up." Rasba looked up the river; he looked down at the nearing sandbar, and as they passed the rippling head in safety he turned a grave face toward the pilot. "Up theh, theh wasn't much suck to hit, but down yeah, afteh yo've drawed into the current, theh's a strong drag an' bad shoals?" "Jes' so!"
"Yeah, we've heard lots o' that kind o' stuff but just the same the lads makin' up the crew o' this sloop didn't keep their eyes open, or they'd never been taken unawares by them hijackers. Leave it to Gabe Perkiser to hold fast to what he's got; they'd have to be a regiment, armed with machine-guns, bombs, an' even gas, to knock me off'n my perch an' I don't mean that for boastin' either, Jack."
All de worl' say to nigger now, jes' like he heah it fifty yeah ago, jes' like he heah it in de wah we made 'De Time, de Time! I heah it in my ears. I kain't heah nuthin' else but dat 'De Time, de Time am heah! Nuthin' but jes' dis heah, 'De Time, de Time am heah!" And now there ensued a yet stranger thing.
But when Dinah came in with a platter of ham and eggs, there was such a funny look on the cook's face that Mrs. Bobbsey asked: "Aren't you well, Dinah?" "Oh, yes'm, I'se well enough," the fat cook answered. "But dey shuah is suffin strange gwine on abo'd dish yeah boat." "What's the matter now?" asked Mr. Bobbsey. "A whole loaf of bread was tooken last night," said Dinah.
"An' ef I could see dat man ob mine, Sam Johnson, I'd make him take some ob dese yeah t'ings." As Dinah spoke there came from around the corner of the house a tall, slim colored man, who as soon as he saw the party of returning travelers, ran forward to help them carry their luggage. "Well, it's about time dat yo' come t' help us, Sam Johnson!" exclaimed his wife. "It's about time!"
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