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Mallin had opened the first-aid kit by now; Gerd, on seeing the constabulary, had holstered his pistol. Kellogg, still holding the sodden tissues to his nose, was wanting to know what there was to investigate. "There's the murderer; you have him red-handed. Why don't you arrest him?" "Jack, let's get over where we can watch these people without having to listen to them," Lunt said.
Coombes said, "Heads," and Brannhard uncovered it, bowed slightly and stepped back. "Now, Lieutenant Lunt," Coombes began, "when you arrived at the temporary camp across the run from Holloway's camp, what did you find there?" "Two dead people," Lunt said. "A Terran human, who had been shot three times through the chest, and a Fuzzy, who had been kicked or trampled to death." "Your Honors!"
"Jack," Lunt said uncomfortably, "this is a court order to impound your Fuzzies as evidence in the Kellogg case. These men are deputy marshals from Central Courts; they've been ordered to bring the Fuzzies into Mallorysport." "Let me see the order, Jack," Brannhard said, still remaining seated. Lunt handed it to Jack, and he handed it across to Brannhard.
Lunt, was an unusual pulpit orator, the ideal of a somewhat austere intellectual type, such as the school of Buckminster and Channing inherited from the old Congregational clergy.
"I stopped at the constabulary post on the way home. I thought George Lunt had turned into the biggest liar in the known galaxy. Then I went home, and found your call on the recorder, so I came over here." "Been waiting long?" The Fuzzies had all abandoned Rainsford and come trooping over as soon as the manipulator was off contragravity.
"What is that shimmering in the bushes?" inquired Simplex anxiously. "The eyes of a lynx," growled the guide; "he is on the lookout for young chamois." But a lynx has two eyes, and there was only a single bright point shimmering there. It was the lunt of a musket, which someone was hiding beneath his mantle to prevent it from going out.
There, in its Congregational church, after an eloquent address, these national tributes to the departed patriot closed, beside the sepulchre of his parents, amidst the scenes most familiar and dear to his heart. By William P. Lunt, minister of the First Congregational Church in Quincy.
Saleh's things were settled on the latter. I at once ousted them and lay down till the proper occupant appeared, looking evidently anxious to assume a recumbent position. Saleh then put himself and his property in a place which I told him was inconvenient as no one could pass. 'I only stay here a little while, he said. 'Mr. Lunt has my place. 'Your place! I said. 'How did you get a place?
The two Constabulary men came closer, and Jack stepped back into the house, shooing the Fuzzies out of the way. Lunt and Khadra stopped inside the door. "I just told you. They're Fuzzies. That's all the name I know for them." A couple of Fuzzies came over and looked up at Lieutenant Lunt; one of them said, "Yeek?" "They want to know what you are, so that makes it mutual."
Alfred Ford, of The Graphic, who with Donaldson and Lunt started on the disastrous Transatlantic voyage in the Graphic balloon, and Rev. H.B. Jeffries, of the Pittsburg Leader, who officiated at the balloon-wedding over Cincinnati, are also entitled to rank as veterans.
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