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The heavier charge would have reversed it a little. He directed the placing of a very small charge and was moving away from it so Koa could set it off when Santos suddenly yelled, "Sir! The Connie is coming!" Rip called, "Fire the charge, Koa," then looked up. The Consops cruiser was moving slowly toward them. The canny Connie had been waiting for something to happen on the asteroid, Rip guessed.

"You are agitated, my dear fellow. It is not unworthy of your youth; but, believe me, it is unnecessary," said Perkins, in his most soothing manner. "Sit down. You have an hour yet to make your decision. If you prefer to remain, you will accompany the ship to Todos Santos and join me." "I don't comprehend you," interrupted Hurlstone suspiciously.

The chunks of thorium he had ordered thrown in to block some of the radiation made walking a little difficult. "Santos," he said, "we’re in the second crater." "Sir, I’m beyond the first, between two crystals. Pederson is near you somewhere." "Good. When I give the word, turn up your helmet light until they can see a pretty good glow. Keep watching them."

He reached the snapper-boat and squeezed in, Santos close behind him. As he strapped himself into the seat he called, "Koa! Get this, and get it straight. At twenty-three-oh-five, fire the bomb. Fire it whether I'm back or not." Koa replied, "Got it, sir." That would give the Planeteers a minute's leeway.

From the corner of his eye, Rip saw Dowst's heavy space boots and knew the private was right with him. As they drove down, one of the Connies stepped a little distance away from the others, probably to get a better look at Santos. The Connie sensed something and turned, just as Rip and Dowst flashed downward on his two mates.

All night the miner battles for Valois' unknown child. Up with the lark, Joe sends his "French fellow" for detective Vimont. "Voila! un grand proces." Vimont sees gold ahead. By eight o'clock, ferret eyes are watching the Santos mansion, the home of discreet elegance. A stunning toilet is made by Joseph, in the vain hope of impressing the madame.

It was the custom of Isabel and her husband, whenever they went to a new place, to look out for a sort of sanatorium, to which they might repair when they wanted a change or were seedy or out of sorts. Thus, when Burton was sent to Santos, they chose Sao Paulo; when they were at Damascus, they pitched on Bludan; and as soon as they arrived at Trieste, they lighted upon Opcina.

Senhor Santos insists on taking his chance along with the young lady in my gig. I've told him the risk, but he insists, and the gig'll hold no more." "But she must have a crew, and I can row.

The worst of the radiation sickness was over and he was mending fast. Here and there were little blood stains just below the surface of his skin, and he had no more hair than a plastic ball. Otherwise he looked normal. The stains would go away and his hair would grow back within a matter of weeks. Santos, now officially a sergeant, was in the same condition.

This quaint exordium did not advance matters much, but it had the effect of rousing my attention and convincing me that the message entrusted to Santos was one of very grave import.

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