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Bell had an argument. "But the volcano's calmed down there's only a wall of steam where the lava hit the glaciers and we could fix up a story in a couple of hours! I've got background shots! You and Babs could make the story-scenes and we'd have a castaway story! Perfect! The first true castaway story from the stars . You know what that would mean!" Cochrane snarled at him.
Father hailed him at once, and they talked together for a moment without taking any notice of me, and then father remembered me suddenly, and said "This is my youngest daughter. Come home from school to play with me, haven't you, Babs?" and the strange man smiled and nodded, and said, "How do, Babs?" just as calmly and patronisingly as if I had been two.
Barbara's small foot came down with a vigorous stamp. "Well, perhaps I am," her father admitted rather wearily. "Don't keep us waiting, Babs; the car will be here in less than twenty minutes." "But, father, I prefer to stay at home." "And I prefer to have you accompany us," retorted McIntyre. "Come, Barbara, we cannot be discourteous to Mrs.
We must have landed! I want to see!" Cochrane pressed the hand-mike button. "Are we still hooked up to Lunar City?" he demanded. "We can't be, but are we?" "We are," said Babs' voice mutinously. "The broadcast went through all right. They want to talk to you. Everybody wants to talk to you!" "Tell them to call back later," commanded Cochrane.
"You are so kind," she murmured as he placed a chair for her. "Babs told me you have promised your aid, and so I have come " she pressed one hand to her side as if she found breathing difficult and Kent, reaching for his pitcher of ice water which stood near at hand, filled a tumbler and gave it to her. "Take a little," he coaxed as she moved as if to refuse the glass.
Babs was in so hysterical a condition when she returned from the police court that she gave a very incoherent account of the whole affair, and she has kept her room ever since luncheon," explained Mrs. Brewster. Stone looked puzzled. "I understood that Jimmie was attentive to Helen McIntyre and not to Barbara," he said.
My duty to you and Babs is ended. I did my best. You two are safe now." "Alan! You can't go!" He was already down at Dr. Kent's waist, Babs' size. He held up his hand. "Dad, don't try to stop me. Good-bye." His rugged youthful face was flushed, his voice choked. "You you've been a mighty good father to me. Always." Babs flung her arms about him. "Alan. Don't!" "But I must."
Other secretaries had used their nearness to him to wangle acting or dancing or singing assignments on other and lesser shows. As a rule they lasted just four public appearances before they were back at desks, spoiled for further secretarial use by their taste of fame. But Babs hadn't tried that. Yet she'd jumped at a chance for a trip to the moon.
His finger and thumb came reaching in to seize her, but she avoided them. "Dr. Polter! Don't! You'll crush me!" "Then come out on my hand." He seemed annoyed. I had scrambled back to the doorway; I knew he couldn't see me so long as the cage remained strapped to his shirt front. I whispered, "I can make it, Babs!" Polter was apparently on one elbow now, half turned to one side.
Kent perhaps because Polter himself was not fully acquainted with the secret. And now, Polter up here with a fabulously rich "gold mine." And Babs, abducted by him, to be taken where? It set me shuddering. "That's what it was," Alan reiterated. "And Polter, here now with what he calls a 'mine. It isn't a mine, it's a laboratory! He's got father too, hidden God knows where! And now Babs.
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