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The snooper was also transmitting in, to another screen, from two hundred feet above the village. From the sound outlet came an incessant gibber of native voices. There were over a hundred houses, all small and square, with pyramidal roofs.
"This is mutiny," Stine broke in. "You were engaged to obey orders." Shorty turned on him. "Oh, you'll get yours as soon as I finish with your pardner, you little hog-wallopin' snooper, you." "Sprague," Kit said, "I'll give you just thirty seconds to put away that gun and get that oar out." Sprague hesitated, gave a short hysterical laugh, put the revolver away, and bent his back to the work.
"Things have come to a pretty pass!" Mr. Mouse grumbled. "Mrs. Green never did leave more than a crumb or two in the pantry where a fellow could get it. And since Miss Snooper came to live here there's less to eat than ever." Mrs. Mouse nodded her head somewhat dolefully. "Do you remember, Moses," she said to her husband, "what delicious bits of stale cheese Mrs.
Karl Dorver was even more convinced than ever of his telepathic hypothesis, and he had completely converted Anna de Jong to it. "Look at that." He pointed at the snooper screen, which gave a view of the plaza from directly above. "They're reaching an agreement already." So they seemed to be, though upon what was less apparent. The horn had stopped, and the noise was diminishing.
Not the Berlin of Herr Adlon's inn, gilded with the leaf of Broadway and the Strand to flabbergast and ensnare the American snooper not the Berlin of the Bristol, with its imitation cocktails not the Berlin of the Esplanade, gaudy dump of the Bellevuestrasse, with its sugar tongs, finger bowls and kindred criteria of degeneracy not this Berlin; but the real Berlin of the German people, warm-hearted, mindful only of its own affairs, all-understanding, all-sympathetic, all-human its larynx eternally beseeching liquid succour, its stomach eternally demanding chow.
The other, at a hundred power, showed the oblong mound, with the village on its flat top, little dots around a circular central plaza. They could see the two turtle-shaped landing-craft, and the combat car, that had been circling over the mound, landing beside them, and, sometimes, a glint of sunlight from the snooper that had taken its place.
"Probably just a cow or a horse local equivalent that's strayed over from the other side." He sat down in front of one of the snooper screens and twisted knobs on the remote controls. The monochrome view, transformed from infra red, rotated as the snooper circled and changed course. The other screen showed the camp receding and the area around it widening as its snooper gained altitude.
Anna de Jong looked at him wide-eyed. He finished his cocktail and poured another. In the snooper screen, what looked like an indignation meeting was making uproar in the village plaza. Gofredo cut the volume of the speaker even lower. "That would explain a lot of things," Meillard said slowly. "How hard it was for them to realize that we didn't understand when they talked to us.
Master Meadow Mouse had seen it all; and he had told Moses exactly how it happened. Master Meadow Mouse knew that a wagon had borne Miss Snooper up the road and over the hill. He had watched it disappear, with his own eyes. All those things Moses Mouse repeated as fast as his short breath would permit. He had hurried back home to tell the news as soon as he had heard it.
But I'm not going to drop it. I've practiced this trick a good many times.... It's too bad Miss Snooper isn't here to see it." Still nobody even snickered though Moses himself would have had he not been afraid of joggling the cheese off the end of his nose. He thought the silence very strange. Everybody had vanished. "Ha!" said Moses Mouse to himself. "They're playing a trick on me.
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