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Updated: June 28, 2025
"It could be the comet that once followed this orbit, now so old it's lost all its gases and isn't a comet any longer." At this instant, which was 04 hours 25 minutes ship time, the alarm-bell rang. It clanged stridently over Baird's head, repeater-gongs sounded all through the ship, and there was a scurrying and a closing of doors. The alarm gong could mean only one thing.
"But I do tell you just that. It won't hurt Parmalee a bit; and Benson can go on Bensoning to the end of time to big money. You keep forgetting this twenty-million audience. Go out and buy a picture magazine and read it through, just to remind you. They want hokum, and pay for it. Even this thing of Baird's, with all the saving slapstick, is over the heads of a good half of them.
"But it's a strong scene," he insisted. "Yes," she agreed. "It's strong." He told her of the other instance of Baird's kindness of heart. "You know I was a little afraid of playing scenes with the cross-eyed man, but Mr. Baird said he was trying so hard to do serious work, so I wouldn't have him discharged. But shouldn't you think he'd save up and have his eyes straightened?
"Except the ship we're welded to! But you are doing very well. However, microphones say there is movement inside the Plumie." Diane beckoned for Baird's attention to a screen, which Baird had examined before. Now he stiffened and motioned for her to report. "We've a scanner, sir," said Diane, "which faces what looks like a port in the Plumie ship. There's a figure at the port.
"I am going away suddenly," he said, in answer to Baird's questioning expression. "I want to catch the next train. I want you to see me off you." "Let us get in," was Baird's brief reply. He had an instant revelation that the circumstance was not trivial or accidental. As the door closed and the cab rolled away his companion leaned back, folding his arms.
It made one's breath come faster or one's hair stand on end, according to temperament. The skipper's face appeared on the direct-line screen from the navigation room. "Plumies?" he demanded harshly. "Mr. Baird! Plumies?" Baird's hands were already flipping switches and plugging the radar room apparatus into a new setup. "There's a contact, sir," he said curtly. "No. There was a contact.
And a mighty shrewd way of going about it. You don't need any help from me, my friend; all you need is to be let alone." In talks at home with Deborah, and in what he himself observed at school, Roger began to get inklings of "A. Baird's long waiting game."
Rocket crews get into suits and prepare to board this Plumie " "Countermand!" bellowed the skipper from the speaker beside Baird's ear. "Those orders are canceled! Dammit, if we were successfully boarded we'd blow ourselves to bits! Those are our orders! D'you think the Plumies will let their ship be taken? And wouldn't we blow up with them? Mr.
Then we went through the list, and came across poor Baird's name among the killed. This was the first we had heard of it, the natives all declaring that it was Gurdon who had been killed. Among the wounded we came across Surgeon-Major Robertson severely and Captain Campbell severely.
Wood, who commanded the division to the left of Sheridan, accompanied his men on horseback in the charge, but did not join Sheridan in the pursuit. To the left, in Baird's front where Bragg's troops had massed against Sherman, the resistance was more stubborn and the contest lasted longer.
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