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In reality, Jones was shrewd, keen, able to obtain information without creating suspicion. He had been one of Strong's best men and the latter felt he could count on him. Could it be a trap, he wondered? Strong was uncertain as to what he should do. To miss this meeting, which perhaps was important; to go there, on the other hand, and endanger the chances of his getting to that night meeting?
The natives of Strong's Island were but few in number about four hundred all told and although a very handsome race and possessed of the very greatest intelligence, were dying out rapidly.
Grady did not answer: his song was heard from afar off, from the kitchen, his upper room, where Grady was singing at his work. "Grady, my coat!" again roared the voice from within. "Why, that is not Mr. Strong's voice," said the Sylphide, still half laughing. "Grady my coat! Bonner, who is Grady my coat? We ought to go away."
Strong's voice boomed out over the loud-speakers and the French Chicken poured on the power. His ship arose from the ground easily, and in five seconds was out of sight in the cloudless skies above. All day the spaceport rocked with the thunderous noise of stripped-down spaceships blasting off on their trial runs around the Moon.
Hayes had accused and with perfect truth the Strong's Islanders of stealing a number of articles from the wreck, and demanded compensation from the King, who agreed to pay him an indemnity of a million coco-nuts. These were to be collected by our crew and the Ocean and Pleasant Islanders belonging to the traders.
The pencil rolled from the edge of the table across the floor at Strong's movement of attention. "Coakley? what of him?" The man began to laugh, and one or two others joined in. One of them said a little offensively: "Pretty good on you, youngster! You took too big a contract for your age when you undertook to keep up with Judge Garvey. He'll give you odds and take you in, every time."
Now and again she would give him a present, or pay an outstanding gambling debt; but she always exacted a pretty accurate account of the moneys so required; and respecting the subsidies to the Colonel, Clavering fairly told Strong that he couldn't speak to his wife. Part of Mr. Strong's business in life was to procure this money and other sums, for his patron.
"We're going hunting," replied Astro. "Hunting?" "Yes, sir," gulped the big Venusian. "For tyrannosaurus." Strong's jaw dropped and he sat down suddenly on the nearest acceleration cushion. "I expected something a little strange from you three whiz kids." He laughed. "It would be impossible for you to go home and relax for a month. But this blasts me! Hunting for a tyrannosaurus!
"But my name is Ted Strong." "Aw, come off." "All right, if you don't believe me, ask me any questions you like to prove it." "Where do you come from?" "Moon Valley, South Dakota." "That's right. What's the names of some of Ted Strong's fellers?" Ted named them all, the boy giving a nod after every name. "Now, what's the name of your horse? The one you ride most?" "Sultan.
With the consent of the Bishop and of his church-wardens, Canon Bromby invited a Presbyterian minister Rev. Chaos. Strong-to read the service and preach in St. Paul's Church, he himself taking Mr. Strong's pulpit.
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