"Best part about justice is when the man himself suffers from his own guilty feelings, rather than what you do to him as punishment. I think they did all right!" "All right," said Connel. "I'll make the recommendation as you have suggested." Suddenly he turned to Shinny. "What about you in all this, Nick? I don't mean that you were hooked up with Loring and Mason.
Cleared for a long swim in space if Connel doesn't do what Loring tells him! Get in there!" Mason shoved Roger into the cramped storage compartment. He locked the door and turned to Shinny. "Loring wants you to stand by the power deck in case Connel won't play ball. We might have to make a run for it." "Yeah, yeah," said Shinny, "I'll stand by the power deck." Mason turned and walked away.
"Oh, no," spoke up the conversational Conductor, "He is playing Golluf," giving the word the Terre Haute pronunciation. Mr. Pallzey looked with pity on the poor Nut who was out in the Hot Sun, getting himself all lathered up with One-Man Shinny. He said to G. A. R. that it took all kinds of People to make a World.
Shinny stepped back, and Astro began covering up the lead box. "That's it," said Connel. "We're finished!" What Connel meant was that they were finished with the placement of the reactor units, but he knew immediately that his words had been taken to mean something each felt but had not dared to put into words. Connel started to correct this misunderstanding but caught himself in time.
"You want papers for the astrogation deck, or control, or as a power pusher?" asked Shinny. Roger thought a moment. "Better make them for the control deck," he said. "Credits," said Shinny. "You have any credits?" "How much?" asked Roger. "One hundred now," said Shinny, and then added, "and one hundred when I deliver." "Guaranteed papers?" "Positively!" snorted Shinny.
"Pressure up to seven ninety-one, sir," reported Astro. "Attention! All members strap into acceleration cushions!" One by one, Shinny and Alfie, Loring and Mason, Astro and Roger strapped themselves into the acceleration cushions. Roger set the radar scanner and strapped himself in on the radar bridge.
Ten minutes of the two hours had swept past. They must be on Junior by now, he thought, and flipped on the teleceiver. He focused on the satellite's surface. There in front of him were the three jet boats. Major Connel, Roger, Astro, Alfie, and Mr. Shinny were so close that Tom felt as though he could touch them. They were unloading the first reactor unit, with Astro and Shinny digging the hole.
We are told that the Lord taketh no pleasure in the legs of man, and this is true in the game of shinny. Not legs alone, but heart and head win, with anything like equal chances. "Game called, 2:30; Captain Hughie has the drop; seizes the ball, passes it to Fusie, who rushes, passes back to Hughie, who has arrived in the vicinity of the enemy's goal, and shoots, swift and straight, a goal.
"No, there are a lot of things I do not do, and this is one of them," he replied, and then he laughed. "But let me tell you," he added, "I used to be a wonder at shinny." I would have wagered he would make some such remark. "Do you see that scar on the bridge of my nose?" he asked. "That came from a crack with a shinny club when I was not more than ten years old.
"Besides, their first two games were taken by a kind of fluke. We didn't know their play. You will notice they have taken only one in the last three-quarters of an hour." "I doubt they are too big for you," continued the minister. "Isn't altogether size that wins in shinny," said Mr. Craven. "Hughie there isn't a very big man, but he can hold any one of them."
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