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Updated: May 25, 2025
No; you don't want to try an' give this girl no money. What we-alls needs is to hunt up somethin' for her to work at an' pay her. "'The Doc's right, says Enright, 'an' the thing is to find somethin' for this yere lady to do. Any gent with a notion on the subject can't speak too quick.
The spaceman used it in tying the sack of possessions firmly to Doc's suit. A red light went on. The man caught Doc and held him against the outer seal. The red light blinked. Four seconds ... three ... two.... There was a sudden heavy thudding sound, and the Iroquois seemed to jerk sideways slightly. The spaceman's face swung around in surprise. The red light blinked and stayed on. Zero!
The last I seen of him he was hikin' for the Rockies with a blue haze round his hair." "But what in the world is wrong with him, Billy?" said Mandy anxiously. "I've never seen him this way." "No, nor me," said Billy. "The Doc's a pretty level headed cuss. There's somethin' workin' on him, if you ask me." "Billy, you get him and tell him we want to see him at breakfast, will you?"
Surprisingly, the old man was sweating now. He shook his head at Doc's look, and his grin was uncertain. "Matthews is an incompetent," he said. "They could have had you, Doc. That charter is so sloppy a man can prove anything by it, and building a hospital here did bring in Earth rules. Wilson went out on a limb in letting you go. But I guess we got away with it. Let's get out of here."
Anyhow, I got the bundle all right, all right. I wonder what the little fossil wants with it." "The Doc's glasses was broke," said Max, evidently to the mayor of Reuton. "Um-m," came Cargan's voice. "Bland, how much do you make working for this nice kind gentleman, Mr. Hayden?" "Oh, about two thousand a year, with pickings," replied Bland. "Yes?" went on Mr. Cargan.
By and by again "Patient had smart fever but it will be gone time you get there. Want you to take care t' I get up." "But, Doctor " The sick man turned away his face with a petulant frown; but presently, with an effort at self-control, brought it back and whispered: "You mean you not physician?" "Yes." "No. No more are half doc's. You can do it. Simple gun-shot wound in the shoulder." A rest.
They entered the fortress, passed through a decontamination chamber that would have done credit to an exploration ship, and emerged dressed in tunics and sandals that were far more appropriate and comfortable in this tropical climate. "That's one of Old Doc's ideas," Alexander said, gesturing at the door from which they had emerged.
He remembered how proud he had been when old Doc Collins, who came out to do the honors every Fall, had told him there wasn't a thing wrong with him and that if he continued to drink his milk regularly he'd grow up to be a football player. He could still hear Doc's words whistling through his teeth and feel the coldness of the stethoscope on his chest.
"A good biology lab and an electron microscope." "Umm. How about a good optical mike and some stains? Just got them in on the last shipment. He went out and came back with the box almost at once. He snorted at Doc's incredulous thanks and moved off, his bedroom slippers slapping against the hard floor. Doc stared after him.
"Perhaps you're right. You usually are." "That's the virtue of being a man. Even if I'm wrong, I'm right." He chuckled at the peculiar expression on her face. "Now off with you and get that lunch basket packed." She bowed. "Yes, master. Your slave flies on winged feet to execute your commands." Kennon chuckled. Copper had been reading Old Doc's romances again. He recognized the florid style.
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