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"Yew sure the men will look arter the old fellow well an' not let him over-dew?" But the whizz of the flight had already begun and the scooter's nose was set toward Twin Coves, her sail skimming swiftly with the ring of the steel against the ice over the shining surface of the bay. "Law, yes," Samuel eased his conscience; "of course they will. They couldn't hurt him, anyhow.
Her hand shook, but she controlled it resolutely. Words flicked rapidly into being under her pen: "I shall be behind the tamarisks to-night." Bernard Monck never forgot the day of Scooter's death. It was as indelibly fixed in his memory as in that of Tessa. The child's wild agony of grief was of so utterly abandoned a nature as to be almost Oriental in its violence.
"What's all this noise about?" he began, and stopped short. Behind him stood another figure, broad, powerful, not overtall. At sight of it, Tessa uttered a hard sob and scrambled to her feet. She still clasped poor Scooter's dead body to her breast, and his blood was on her face and on the white frock she wore. "Uncle St. Bernard! Look! Look!" she said. "She's killed my Scooter!"
Like most of them, Frank Nelsen took the scooter up alone, from the start. He was a bit scared at first, but if you couldn't do a relatively simple stunt like this, how could you get along in space? He became surer, then gleeful, even when the centrifugal force made his head giddy, pushed his buttocks hard against the scooter's seat, and his insides down against his pelvis.
"Who are you, please?" she demanded imperiously, halting before him while she disentangled the unfortunate Scooter's rebellious legs from her hair. Bernard sat up and removed his pipe. Meeting eyes of the darkest, intensest blue that he had ever seen, he gave her appropriate greeting, "Good morning, Princess Bluebell!
Greg strapped himself into the scooter's saddle, straddling the fuel tanks, using the hand jet to guide himself as he lifted lightly off the surface. He disappeared over the horizon of rock, then reappeared as he moved over the surface and back. Tom and Johnny waited with the Major. Twenty minutes later Greg brought the tiny craft back again. "It's no good," he said.
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