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Updated: June 4, 2025
There was an instant's silence; then, the thunder of the mob, hurling itself against the door. The people were fairly snarling now. Estra closed the inner door. "Estra!" shrilly, from Billie. She laid the baby down, and strode to the Venusian. "Let's get out of here! The car's on the balcony; nobody's in the way to interfere! Why not " A grinding, ripping jar from above, and Estra shook his head.
"Old man that you are, I'll slap you so that you'd know who it is you're insulting. Pirate!" she flung at him. "And land-hog Oh! "Doctor Bridges, you are to come with me right now." She had flung about giving her shoulder to Packard's inspection. "We must hurry back to Red Creek." "Say, Packard," chimed in Guy Little. "Her car's all shot to pieces. An' her gas is all gone.
There was a repair shop not far away all of the towns along the touring routes which have an eye to business have some sort of one and Nyoda repaired thither and fetched a man who tinkered knowingly with the regions underneath the Glow-worm and then reported in a dust choked voice that one of the gears was "on the blink". Just what part of a car's vital organs a gear is I don't know, but I judged it was an important one because Nyoda looked serious.
The river water dripped slowly from his "cork" boots to form a pool on the car floor. The heavy wool of his short driving trousers steamed in the car's warmth. His shoulders dried in a little cloud of vapor. He noticed none of these things, but stared ahead, his gaze vacant, the bronze of his face set in the lines of a brown study, his strong capable hands hanging purposeless between his knees.
Also, that one of her arms was passed around the shoulder of a big young gold-and-white collie dog, a dog that fidgeted uneasily and paid scant heed to the restraining hand and caressing voice of his mistress. As the shabby man paused momentarily to scan the car's three occupants, the girl happened to look toward him. Her look was brief and impersonal.
How in the world we manage, with all the interesting people in the world, to get together such a dreary lot as that Lord, it was awful." Clayton rose and folded his paper. "The car's waiting," he said. "I'll be ready in five minutes." He went slowly up the stairs. In her pink bedroom Natalie had just wakened.
I do not know how or why he had come to look on that car as his god. There was a sort of romance, a purity in his passion that redeemed it from the taint of grossness. It was the car's own purity, her unique and staggering beauty that had captivated him. And mixed with his passion there was the remorse and terror caused by the memory of his first car, the victim of his intemperance in motoring.
The folding chairs were pulled out: on one was piled the car's best ornament, a large chinchilla rug, and some blue silk cushions. These gave support for the foot of the stretcher, its head resting on the seat; and the other folding chair was taken by the doctor who, sitting there, could hold his patient safely in place. Mrs.
"I want you to take Colonel O'Leary up, as soon as my car's brought here.... Hid, you go up and see what's going on. Drop flares where there isn't any light. And take a look at the native-labor camp and the equipment-park, south of the reservation.... Kormork, you take all your gang, and half these soldiers from the Eighteenth, here, and help clear the native-troops barracks.
The pressure symptoms had not advanced. "Head's better," Don finished. "They've watched him like a hawk. But they're letting up a bit now " "And Dr. Barrington?" "Asleep downstairs." "Here?" "Yes. We found another cot. The car's in Grogan's shed." From the quarry below came the rumble of a blast. "Would you think " he demanded, but the futility of his protest made him dumb.
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