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Bud began carelessly, pulling a splinter off the homemade bed for which Mrs. Hanson would not thank him and beginning to whittle it to a sharp point aimlessly, as men have a way of doing when their minds are at work upon a problem which requires much constructive thinking. "Pardner in what?" Eddie countered sullenly. "Pardner in what I am planning to do to make money.
The two men's glances countered, held each other, one calm, dignified, unafraid; the other, murderous, searching, baffled. Presently, McTurpin turned and strode away. Windham looked after the departing gambler. "'Fraid I've spoiled his morning," he remarked to Nathan Spear. "Yes to chance a knife or bullet in the back," retorted Spear, uneasily.
"Why for?" countered our old friend McFluke, one-time proprietor of a saloon on the bank of the Lazy. "Because they're after you, that's why." "Who's they?" "Racey Dawson for one." McFluke sat upright in the bunk. "Him! That !" "Yes, him," sneered Pooley. "Scares you, don't it? And he's got two detectives with him, so get a move on.
"You mean to tell us that you cannot go up that there will be no flight!" cried Mr. Lewis, making up for all his previous lack of excitement in one burst of protest. "But, man it's the last day of the option." "It's worse than that," countered Mr. Fulton. "It's the day before the beginning of a new option, held by the people who watered that gas and at least a dozen other sneaking tricks."
"Naturally they are suspicious," Lablet countered, "but for a people who lack space flight, I find them unusually open-minded and ready to accept us, strange as we must seem to them." "Ditto done, Captain." Soriki stepped out of the flitter, the wrist camera dangling from his fingers. "Good." But Hobart did not buckle the strap about his arm once more, neither did he pay any attention to Lablet.
Caradoc swung a light blow to the neck. Greer countered fiercely with his left, but it was parried easily. Suddenly the crowd understood what had happened. "Put 'im out!" "Finish 'im!" "Put 'im to sleep!" bawled a chorus. "He hit you below th' belt w'en 'e broke 'is 'and!" Farnol continued his chopping one-armed fight. "Put me out! Put me out!" he bubbled furiously. "I said ye was a thief!
"It's a long way to Arizona," offered Racey Dawson, casually too casually. Swing Tunstall's bristle-haired head jerked round. Swing bent two suspicious eyes upon his friend. "You just find it out?" he queried. "No, oh, no," denied Racey. "I've been thinking about it some time." "Thinking!" sneered Swing. "That's a new one for you." "Nemmine," countered Racey. "It ain't catchin' to you."
"You believe that you are now immune to whatever force this alien installation controls?" "It would seem so." "Then, of course, you must go." "Why?" Chambriss countered for the second time. "Suppose he isn't so immune after all? Suppose he gets out there and is captured again? He's our pilot do you want to be planet bound here? "This man is also a pilot."
The Mississippian, as light on his feet as a leopard, leaped away and countered with his left, a blow so quick and hard that Dick, although he threw his head to one side, caught a part of its force just above his ear. But, guarding himself, he sprang back, while Woodville faced him, laughing lightly. Dick shook his head a little and the singing departed.
I began to make discreet inquiries and in the meantime my cabinets went to the local bank for safety. Helene countered by receiving a telegram from Angiers, calling her to the death-bed of her aged mother. The aged mother succumbed; duty compelled Helene to remain at the side of her stricken patriarchal father, and doubtless The Turrets was written off the syndicate's operations as a bad debt."
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