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Across the window of the room two blankets had been hung. The door into the other front room was open. Then suddenly the doorway was no longer a black void. A man stood there a fat man with a stomach that hung out over the waistband of his trousers. There was something very familiar about the figure of that fat man. The fat man leaned against the doorjamb and pushed back his wide black hat.
Leda Crannon, who had lost ground in trying to keep up with Snookums' whirling treads, came to the door of Power Section too late to stop the robot's entrance. She didn't dare call out, because she knew that to do so would interrupt the men's vital work. All she could do was lean against the doorjamb and try to catch her breath.
Hannibal and Yancy watched them mount and ride away, then the boy said: "Uncle Bob, now them ladies have gone, won't you please show me them dints you made in the doorjamb?" Captain Murrell had established himself at Balaam's Cross Roads.
He acquired his black eye in the same way in which all married men acquire a black eye by running against a doorjamb while trying to find the ice-water pitcher in the dark. He said so himself the next day. Even Barbara Frietchie is an exploded myth. She did not nail her country's flag to the window casement. Being a female, she could not nail a flag or anything else to a window.
"Go ahead, Racey," said Judge Dolan. Racey, still holding his sixshooter, leaned hipshot against the doorjamb. "It was this way," he began, and told what had transpired that day in the hotel corral when he had been bandaging his horse's leg and had overheard the conversation between Lanpher and Jack Harpe and later, Punch-the-breeze Thompson.
Jimmie, words failing him for the moment, paused and hooked one foot comfortably behind the other. He leaned hipshot against the doorjamb, and spat accurately through a knothole in the bunkhouse floor. "Yop," he went on, ramming his quid into the angle of his jaw, "and he's always admiring himself in the mirror, Racey is.
Major Connel was leaning against the doorjamb, a wide grin on his face. "How're you doing?" he drawled. "Not bad," said Astro casually. "Be a lot of work here, fixing these things, eh?" He grinned. "What time is it?" asked Connel. Astro looked at his watch. "Twenty to twelve." "We'd better clear out of here and head for the jungle." Astro hesitated. "You know, sir, I've been thinking."
I'm a man of peace, as all knows in this yer city, but I'd hate to try an' shut out a blizzard in winter by stuffin' that gopher's perforated carkis under the doorjamb when I was thro' with it. I say right here we're out to save carkises I mean souls. An', say, fellers, jest think. Gettin' your souls saved for a few measly cents. Ain't that elegant?
He was turning back when his eye fell upon the battered wooden doll set upright against his doorjamb, holding stiffly in its jointed arms a bit of paper folded like a note. Opening it, he found a few lines written in pencil. God bless you for your kindness to us, and try to forgive me for touching your papers. But I thought that you would detect it, know WHY I did it, and then help us, as you did!
"Yes, sir; pray, sir, be you the officer of the king's cutter?" "I am!" exclaimed Vanslyperken, leaning against the doorjamb for support. "Then, sir, here be a letter for you."
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