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Updated: May 6, 2025
The marks of a heavy, inanimate body having been dragged through the wet grass were evidence enough, and Copplestone and Spurge followed them to a corner of the old tower where they ceased. Spurge glanced round that corner and uttered a sharp exclamation. "Just what I expected!" he said. "Leastways, what I expected as soon as I see Jim a-lying there. Guv'nor, the stuff's gone!"
"And if Fleming still had them two days before he was killed, then somebody's been weeding out the collection since. Doing it very cleverly, too," he added. "You know how that stuff's arranged, and how conspicuous a missing pistol would be.
"Yes, yes, but we've lived clean, and exercised, and drank spruce tea, and everything," cried the other. "I know, but I've had a touch before; it's in my blood I reckon. Too much salt grub; too many winters on the coast. She never took me so sudden an' vicious though. Guess the stuff's off." "Don't talk that way," said Captain, sharply. "You're not going to die I won't let you."
Then it was your mother I promised the coat and the other things to, and you'll find them ready there, just inside the hall door. They'll make down very well for you, but you can tell her from me that she'd better double-seam them, for the stuff's apt to ravel. And attend to what Mr Murchison says; go out by the gravel what do you suppose it's there for?"
"The stuff's well guarded, and then, that's not what I'm thinking about it's meeting Rupert Dunsmore, man to man, and no one to come between us. If that ever happens " Deede Dawson nodded reassuringly. "That'll be all right," he said. "So you shall, I promise you that. But we might as well kill two birds with one stone and clear a bit of profit, too.
"He made none at the minute, but turned away slowly to the door. There, with his hand on the threshold, he stopped to ask, almost under his breath: 'Then you really think my stuff's no good? "I was tired and exasperated, and I laughed. I don't defend my laugh it was in wretched taste. But I must plead in extenuation that the boy was a fool, and that I'd done my best for him I really had.
"Such a lot of stuff's been coming in here they are, I reckon." He drew a half dozen small printed forms from a cavity in the desk, glanced them over briefly and handed the lot to Van. "Nothing doing. Pretty good rock for building purposes."
"Get it well in this stuff's supposed to hold for hours. It'd better. According to Van those Salariki can talk your ears right off your head and say nothing worth hearing. And we have to sit and listen until we get a straight answer out of them. Phew!" He shook his head. In such close quarters the scent, pleasing as it was, was also overpowering. "We would have to pick a world such as this "
"You can't burn it, shoot holes in it, or so much as mark the surface with any known acid. This stuff's tougher than steel and about fifty times lighter." "O.K.," Peterson asked, "so what good is it?" "You can mold it when you mix it," the technician said significantly. "Hey, you're right," Peterson jumped up excitedly.
"Shay, Rayder, did I tell ye I had a little mix up with a woman, an' I'm scared to death 'fear old woman 'ill find it out. I got 'ter square the deal or I'm a goner and stuff's all off, want yer to let me take ten thousand fer few days, got ter blow a lot o' money on weddin', too, yer see." "All right, Amos, youse's square a man's ever met. I'll let ye hev it."
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