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The following dialogue which took place will serve to illustrate the tempers of the people with whom I was about to have a year's trading intercourse: White Man. "Are you the great chief of Kingaru?" Kingaru. "Huh-uh. Yes." W. M. "The great, great chief?" Kingaru. "Huh-uh. Yes." W. M. " How many soldiers have you?" Kingaru. " Why?" W. M. "How many fighting men have you?" Kingaru. "None."

That's ridiculous, Ben." "Don't you think we can prove sapience?" Gerd van Riebeek demanded. "Who's going to define sapience? And how?" Rainsford asked. "Why, between them, Coombes and O'Brien can even agree to accept the talk-and-build-a-fire rule." "Huh-uh!" Brannhard was positive. "Court ruling on that, about forty years ago, on Vishnu.

"I have obliged to do it. There must be a law somewhere. God won't let me fail." "Huh-uh," grunted Buckheath, instantly. "You can't do such a thing. Ef you was married, and yo' mother would let you adopt 'em, I reckon the courts might agree to that." "Shade," Johnnie turned upon him, "you've got more influence with Pap Himes than anybody.

Shanghai, Curry's hostler and handy man, stared at the new member of the racing string with open-mouthed and pop-eyed amazement. "Lawd's sake! What is that, a cam-u-el?" "No, I don't reckon he's a camel, exactly," replied the old man. "I don't know just what he is, Shanghai, but I'm aimin' to find out soon. The man I got him from allowed as he was a race hoss." "Huh-uh, kunnel!

You remember?" "Huh-uh!" "Well, they just love to have him drop in now and they tell him things. I saw Corporal Thom the other night showin' him his girl's picture, and the Pilot thought she was a fine girl too, and got her address down, and said he was going to write her and tell her what a fine chap the corporal was, and you ought to see Corporal Thom swell up until he 'most bust his tunic."

"Huh-uh! Huh-uh! I had that off-the-record gag worked on me when I was about Larv's age, fifty years ago. Anything I get, I put on the air or not at my own discretion." "All right," Varkar Klav surrendered, pointing to a reading screen and twiddling a knob. "But when you read it, I hope you have enough discretion to keep quiet about it."

"Fieldmouse an' Murphy," said Mose. "Huh-uh! 'At's a bad combination fo' us, boss, a ba-ad combination. 'Membeh Obadiah?" The Bald-faced Kid strolled into Isaiah's stall. "Chicken Liver's got it," he whispered. "I saw Weaver pass it to him." "That's what I've been waiting for, Frank," said Old Man Curry. "Here, Shanghai! You lead him out on the track.

Joe was still letting himself be argued into thinking he had done the right thing when we saw the lights of a lorry coming from uptown at ceiling level. A moment later, it backed to the catwalk, and Bish Ware stuck his head out from the pilot's seat. "Where do you gentlemen wish to go?" he asked. "To the Javelin," Joe said instantly. "Huh-uh," Oscar disagreed. "That's the first place they'll look.

I've got a wad of white chewing-gum; would you flat it out and stick it over the collar button? Maybe that would fill up some. You kick my foot if you see me turning my head so's to knock it off." "Better button up your vest," cautioned Ross, laboring with the "careless" fall of his tie. "Huh-uh!