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But there was really nothing to be seen. And suddenly the clungk, clunk clungk, clunk recommenced and passed onward down the passage. In the same moment Parsket pitched forward out of the doorway on to his face.
"The silence lasted several seconds and then, abruptly there came again the clumping of the great hoof, away at the end of the corridor. And immediately afterward the clungk, clunk clungk, clunk of mighty hoofs coming down the passage toward us. "Even then, you know, most of us thought it was some mechanism of Parsket's still at work and we were in the queerest mixture of fright and doubt.
He would strike once with his thirty-pound swing sledge, and Jim twice with his hand hammer; and the "Clunk clink, clink! clunk clink, clink!" would bring me flying down the village street, on the chance that, since they were both at the anvil, there might be a place for me at the bellows.
"You'll hit Connel right on the nose!" "Right!" replied Tom, turning the nozzle of the oxygen bottle to the left and immediately shooting off in the indicated direction. Roger followed quickly and expertly. "See him?" called Tom. "No," replied Roger. "Are you sure, you big clunk?" "He's right above you!" snorted Astro over the intercom. Then his voice rose in alarm. "No! That isn't "
"Listen, you Venusian clunk," sneered Roger, "I'll work the pants off you any day in the week, and that includes Titan days, too!" "O.K." Tom smiled. "Save half of that energy for the Polaris, Roger." "Yeah, use some of that Manning hot air to shine brass!" suggested Astro. "Come on. Let's get this wagon in shape," said Tom. He turned to the instrument panel and the great control board.
"Ay an' the pa'son at' here endeth!" "Slap en, Calvin, quick! For 'tis clunk or stuffle, an' no time to lose." Down in the nave a light rustle of expectancy was already running from pew to pew as Calvin Oke brought down his open palm with a whack! knocking the sufferer out of his seat, and driving his nose smartly against the back-rail in front.
The Polaris held steady for a moment, then gradually, as the pull of Tara began again, she settled back toward the dark-green jungles beneath her. "Two hundred and fifty feet," reported Alfie. "One hundred and seventy-five one fifty " he droned. "Ease her up, Astro," shouted Tom. "Easy! Ease her up, you Venusian clunk, we're dropping too fast!"
"I've set the fuses each time, subtracting the amount of time since we left the Polaris. I set this one for twenty minutes." "You're wrong, Roger," said Astro. "It's maximum time is two hours." "Listen, you Venusian clunk," exploded Roger, "I built this thing, so I know what I'm doing!" "But, Roger " protested Astro. "Twenty minutes!" said Roger, and twisted the set-screw in the fuse.
Walking the beach with Francesca. The memories eased his mind. But this is now, he reminded himself. He set his mug down with a clunk to emphasize the point. Now. He left a big tip and walked to the brokerage office. "Hello, Oliver." "Myron." "Bet you want to see your statement?" "Only if there's anything left." Myron searched in a filing cabinet. "Ah, here we are." He glanced over it. "Yes.
"Pressure up to seven ninety-six, sir," he called. "Stand by to fire all rockets!" roared Connel. "Make it good, you Venusian clunk," yelled Roger. "Seven ninety-nine, sir!" bellowed Astro. Astro watched the gauge of the pressure creep slowly toward the eight-hundred mark. In all his experience he had never seen it above seven hundred.
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