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"What do you want us to do, Les?" Frank asked gently. "We could put you back in one of the rockets. You'd be brought back to the spaceport, when they are guided back by remote control." "I don't know!" Lester wailed in a hoarse voice. "Fellas I don't know! A little falling is all right... But it goes on all the time. I can't stand it! But if I'm sent back I can't ever live with myself!..."
But as far as I can see, every creature who comes up to this country comes to take something out of it except those Holy Cross fellas. They came to bring something." The Colonel had got the blankets out now, but where was the rubber sheet? He wouldn't sleep on it in this weather, again, for a kingdom, but when the thaws came, if those explorer fellas were right
"Well, now, I'm glad to hear you say that. I think myself we've had adventures enough right here at the start." "I b'lieve you. But there's something in that idea o' yours. Other fellas have noticed the same tendency in chaparejos." "Well, if the worst comes to the worst," drawled the Colonel, "we'll change breeches." The suggestion roused no enthusiasm. "B'lieve I'd have a cammin' influence.
Baked in the ashes the chrysalids have a wholesome, clean appearance, with a flavour of coco-nut, and the "white fella" always came in for his share. Mickie's bush craft, his knowledge of the habits of birds and insects and the ways of fish, is enviable. Signs and sounds quite indeterminate to "white fellas" are full of meaning to him.
"That's the way with them," said the cowboy. "They're always stickin' their irons on some other fella's stock. Don't you pay no 'tention to them." Sundown shook hands with his informant, crossed to the corner of the room, and slung his blanket-roll across his back. "Much obliged to you fellas," he said, his lean, timorous face beaming with gratitude.
Sundown's eyes became bright with a peculiar expression. Slowly yet before any one could realize his intent he reached down and drew the Mexican's gun. "You're me friends," he said quietly. "He's in there dyin'. I reckon Sinker got him. He drug himself here last night and I took him in. This is me home and if you fellas is men, you'll let him die easy and quiet."
That was the principal burden of Jamesey's complaint, that there was no diversion in Ballymartin. "If you were to go up the street now," he said, "you'd see the fellas stan'in' at the corner, houl'in' up the wall, an' wonderin' what the hell to do with themselves, an' never gettin' no answer!..." "You never hear noan of the latest songs here," he complained again.
"Get in," said Percy to his friend, as their trunks were tossed to the ebony roof of the limousine. "Sorry we had to bring you this far in that buggy, but of course it wouldn't do for the people on the train or those God-forsaken fellas in Fish to see this automobile." "Gosh! What a car!" This ejaculation was provoked by its interior.
The search-party couldn' understand at all what had happened in so short a time, too to make us so cordial; an' somehow we didn' explain neither we nor the blind men. I reckon the whole business had been so loonatic we felt it kind of holy. But the pore fellas kept wavin' back to us as they went out o' sight around the curve, an' maybe for a mile beyond. I never heard," Mr.
Kind o' thought I'd get a job. Fellas at Antelope told me they wanted a cook at this hotel. I reckon they do and some boarders and somethin' to cook." "That's one of their jokes. Pretty stiff joke, sending you in here afoot." "Oh, I ain't sore, mister. They stole me nanny, all right, but I feel jest as good here as anywhere." Corliss led Chinook to the water-hole. Sundown followed.
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