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"Now what do you choose, Dormy?" "All three!" roared Tom. "The Dormouse is getting his eyes open," said Lefty. "Which is very proper," put in Righty, "for there is a great deal for him to see." "Not so much as there is for me to see," said the Poker. "My, what a lot there is for me to see!"
The computer did the rest." "Then Lefty Camillion and his friends have been intercepting data from our rocket launchings at Wallops," Scotty said unbelievingly. "But why? How could Lefty use data like that? It's all straight, unclassified scientific and meteorological stuff. He's no scientist." Steve grinned. "I doubt that he even knows what the data are.
The announcer conferred with the timekeepers and then stepped forward: "First, Skinny Thompson, Bar-20, thirty minutes and ten seconds; second, Lefty Allen, O-Bar-O, forty minutes and seven seconds." Skinny returned to his friends shamefacedly and did not look as if he had just won a championship.
But eventually he satisfied himself that his quarry lay in the forward end of the car; that he was prone; that he, Lefty, had accomplished nine-tenths of his purpose by entering the place of his enemy unobserved. But even though this major step was accomplished successfully, Lefty Joe was not the man to abandon caution in the midst of an enterprise.
He was still amazed at the mobster's stupidity in creating such an elaborate setup to get data that was his for the asking. Apparently it just hadn't occurred to Lefty that a rocket range could be without secrets. If there had been secrets, though, the system was a good one.
"Say, Jack don't happen to be here, does he?" "No, he hasn't been here," she told him. The man's face fell. "What's wrong?" Stella demanded. She had a swift divination that something was wrong. "Oh, I dunno's anythin's wrong, particular," Barlow replied. "Only well, Lefty he sent me down to see if Jack was at the Springs. We ain't seen him for a couple uh days." Her pulse quickened.
"If we find any of that Blacksnake gang, we'll fight," Lefty Warren spoke up. "The odds are mighty bad against us, but they got one o' the best punchers in the valley when they drilled Sam Whiteman." "I'm interested," Kid Wolf told them. "Do yo' mind if I throw in with yo'?" "Do we mind?" repeated Red joyously. "Say, it would shore be great!
Instead, he had worked a snaky way along the floor and now he leaped in and up at Lefty, taking him under the arms. A dozen hands, it seemed, laid hold on Lefty. He fought like a demon and tore himself away, but the multitude of hands pursued him. They were small hands. Where they closed they tore the clothes and bit into his very flesh.
Rick kept careful watch, but he knew the girls would see the first sign of a ray before he did, because of their higher vantage point. Steve would enjoy this, he thought. The JANIG agent was back in Washington, his vacation interrupted again because of the work that remained on the case of Lefty Camillion. Lefty was in jail, too, along with his friends. Rick shook his head.
I dunno why you should of picked on me, though. Just the natural devil in you." "I haven't picked on you," said Donnegan. "What?" "I'll give you my word." A tingle ran through the blood of Lefty Joe. Somewhere he had heard, in rumor, that the word of Donnegan was as good as gold.
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