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Late in the afternoon of the third day Connel stepped through the hatch of the control deck where Tom was busy over a table of ratios for balancing the amount of thrust from each of the reactant-power units. The power units were to give Junior its initial thrust out of the gravity of Tara. "Well, Corbett," asked Connel, "how're you making out with the ratios?"
They lived in the constant dread of some calamity; and if I met the same man three or four times in the same day, he would never fail to make the same enquiry "How're you feeling?" recognizing that I might have received some ugly blow in the interval. There was a spontaneous courtesy and a charitableness in it that touched the heart.
Got tired of punchin' an' reckoned I'd get rich." Here he smiled and glanced at the hole. "How're yu makin' out?" He asked. "'Bout five dollars a day apiece, but that ain't nothin' when grub's so high. Got reckless th' other day an' had a egg at fifty cents." Hopalong whistled and glanced at the empty cans at his feet. "Any marshal in this burg?" "Yep. But he's one of th' gang.
Do you know a plague ship when you see one?" Captain Scraggs paled a little, but the prospect of the salvage heartened him. "I don't give a hoot," he declared. "I'll take a chance." "All right. Consider it taken. How're you goin' to get aboard her?" "In the skiff." "Where's the skiff?"
So MacDonald, having named everything with the exception of the canvas square to be used as a tarpaulin or a tent, and soap and towel fell silent, convinced that he could do nothing more. But Dick, who had been drumming his fingers idly against the window, turned with a suggestion of his own. "How're we fixed for shoe pacs? I haven't got any." At once MacDonald looked blank.
The officers stormed and drew their swords in vain. Nature that is, the nature of a new soldier could endure no more. The ambulances were filled to their utmost, but these would not hold a twentieth part of the crippled and suffering men. "How're ye gittin' on, Shorty?" said Si, as he and his comrade still struggled along. "Fair to middlin'," replied Shorty. "I'm goin' to try and pull through!"
The boy led the way down the slope for some distance and then paused at a boulder which blocked the entrance to what seemed to be a cavern of good size. They listened for a moment, but could hear no sounds coming from the interior. "How're you going to get them out?" asked Thede. "We ain't going to get 'em out!" replied Will. "What do you think we brought you boys here for?
Perkins noted it the moment he stepped through the door one morning early in the next week. He had brought with him a quart-bottle of delicious, fresh milk, and Johnnie drank it, slowly, cup by cup, as they talked. What had helped most, Mr. Perkins declared, was the open window at night, the fresh air. And Johnnie must have even more fresh air. "But how're we going to manage it?" Mr.
So it was that there was silence everywhere when, returning to consciousness, I found myself in the empty baths with Dr. Chapman looking down upon me. "One day we must thoroughly overhaul you, young man," he said. "There may be a weakness at your heart. How're you feeling now?" "Oh, all right, thanks." "Bit disappointed, I suppose?" "Rather!" "Frightfully so?" I didn't answer.
"Get down, Lahoma, and make yourself at home." The man shut his book. "What are you going to do?" "Going to visit you. Turn the pony loose, Lahoma; he won't go far." "Haven't you got all that north range to yourself?" Bill Atkins asked begrudgingly. "Yap. How're you making it, Atkins?" "Why, as long as I'm let alone, I'm making it all right. It's being let alone that I can't ever accomplish.
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