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"Yes, and so did the others," reported one of the mechanics, as he emerged from the "cubby hole," where the great motors had now ceased their hum and roar. "How'd she stand it?" asked Tom. "All right inside," answered the man. "I was wondering how she looks from the outside." "Oh, it would take more than that to damage her," said Tom, with pardonable pride. "That was pie for her!
"Anita, get away from me! I must try it alone!" I could hide somewhere, repair the cloak perhaps. Or, since now I was armed, why could not I boldly start an assault? "Gregg, we must get you back to your cubby!" She was clinging to me in panic. "No. You run! Get away from me! Don't you understand? George Prince has no business here with me! They'll kill you!" "Gregg, let's get back to the deck."
When bedtime came he ushered the boy into a sort of cubby hole behind the office that was barely large enough to afford space for undressing beside the bed. In five minutes Emmons was snoring lustily, though Ralph lay long awake, thinking over the various phases of his situation and prospects.
But there was a fog between; he could not see it or anything. The light in the cabin flickered, was gone as another circuit in the broken ship failed. It was dark, too, in the small cubby below which housed the two cages. Chance, which had snuffed out nineteen lives in the space globe, had missed ripping open that cabin on the mountain side.
There was an old hair trunk in one corner, and a guitar-box in another, and all sorts of little knickknacks and jimcracks around, like girls brisken up a room with. The king said it was all the more homely and more pleasanter for these fixings, and so don't disturb them. The duke's room was pretty small, but plenty good enough, and so was my cubby.
When Julia came in and saw the fire and crooked tablecloth and hastily-arranged cups, and Johnny's beaming face, she exclaimed, "How cubby it looks! Why, you have got the tea all ready, and" sniffing the air "I believe you are making toast; that is nice!" Mr. Gillat beamed; then he caught sight of the kettle standing on the hearth, and his face fell. But Julia put it on the fire.
"Well, all through?" inquired the burnisher in his thin voice. Vandover nodded. But his wife was not satisfied until she had herself carefully peered into the cubby, while her husband held a lighted match for her. "Ah, that's something like," she said finally. It was nearly seven. Vandover prepared to go home a second time.
I must have fallen into a tortured sleep, I was awakened by the sound of my alarm buzzer. Someone was tampering with my door! Then the buzzer ceased; the marauder outside must have found a way of silencing it. But it had done its work awakened me. I had switched off the light; my cubby was Stygian black. A heat cylinder was in the bunk-bracket over my head.
Muskwa was eying him so earnestly that Langdon sat in mute wonder for a moment, and then slowly took his pipe from his mouth and stretched out a hand. "Cubby, cubby, nice cubby," he cajoled softly. Muskwa's tiny ears were perked forward. His bright eyes were like glass. Bruce, unobserved by Langdon, was grinning expectantly. "Cubby won't bite no no nice little cubby we won't hurt cubby "
I knew I ought to, still I could not bring myself to it. All my life I had wanted a bear cub. Here was one that I had helped to lasso and tie up with my own hands. I made up my mind to hold to the cub until the last gasp. So I walked up to Cubby with a manner more bold than sincere. He had not eaten anything, but he had drunk the water we had left for him.
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