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"Satisfactory, sir," added Prescott, waiting, as a plebe should, until the yearling had spoken. Devine was back almost at once. The seconds carried the still unconscious Mr. Spurlock below to the waiting stretcher. Immediately after Kramer dropped in on a classmate, who gladly came upstairs to aid Mr. Devine in seconding Mr. Kramer. Not an unnecessary moment did Mr. Kramer lose with his stripping.
There was no sign of whatever had blown us off the air. I held my key, but didn't press it. I told Clay to take Miller down to Medic. He was moaning and in severe pain. Kramer reported in from the cargo deck. The cannister was inside now, coating up with frost. I told him to wait, then sent Chilcote, my demolition man, in to open it. Maybe it was booby-trapped.
I hoped that disobedience to a direct order, solidly based on regulations, was a little too big a jump for Kramer at the moment. Tomorrow it might be different. But it was essential that I break up the scene he was staging. He wilted. "I'll see you at 1700 in the chart room, Kramer," I said as he turned away.
I'm not speaking of suffrage now that's only one nice little part. I mean this whole big radical movement all the kind of thing your friend Joe Kramer stood for." She put her arms about my neck. "Don't get too radical, husband mine you're so nice and funny now, my love." I regarded her anxiously: "Has this parade gone to your head or has Sue been talking to you again?" "I lunched with Sue "
They were frozen together into one solid mass. Kramer was right. They were as human as I. Human corpses, stripped, packed together, frozen. I pulled back the lightly frosted covering, and studied the glazed white bodies. Kramer called suddenly from the door. "You found your colonists, Captain. Now that your curiosity is satisfied, we can go back where we belong.
The spoor came from the east and led back in the same direction. Halloran was quite elated. He took it for proof that they were on the right track. . . . All this can be gathered from the notes in Halloran's handwriting, which are to be found in the pocket-book that had belonged to Kramer. The book had had a strange fascination for him, and he had used it for his own diary.
"When I try to find out now where any of my friends in the navy are stationed they won't tell me a thing, will they, Mr. Kramer?" "I'll tell you where they all are," said Lieutenant Kramer. "Every letter I've had from abroad recently from chaps in the service has had the same address 'A deleted port." "I really think the government is far too strict about it," she continued.
Half an hour later the patrol came back at a gallop, having heard the continuous firing. A few words explained all. It was Kramer right enough. As it was useless following the Bushmen, poor Kramer was buried and the patrol returned to Swakopmund, having found no trace of the men for whom they had been searching.
Spurlock and Mr. Kramer came in. Both of the principals now began to strip. Each had chosen the same fighting costume, consisting of old gray flannel trousers, belt, rubber soled shoes and sleeveless sweater. As Spurlock stood forth, arrayed for the battle, it was seen that he was a man of magnificent build for one of his years. His chest expansion was splendid.
But on coming home one evening two or three weeks later, I found Eleanore reading aloud to our son with a most preoccupied look on her face. "Joe Kramer is coming to dinner," she said. "He called up this morning and said he'd like to see us again. Sue is coming, too, as it happens. She dropped in this afternoon."
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