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Then the two looked long and steadily at each other. "What're you drivin' at?" blurted Bates. "Only that I'm also interested in getting Jinnie away from Grandoken. The fact is I hate King, and I think it's a good way to get even with him." He refrained, however, from mentioning he was Jinnie's relative. "D'you have me in mind when you come here?" questioned Bates. "No!
Before Milton had established himself in his blankets, Harden rose and went to a canteen for a drink of water. On his return he stumbled over Forrester's feet. Instantly Forrester sat erect. "What're you doing, you clumsy dub foot?" he shouted. "Oh, dry up, Forr; I didn't mean to hurt you, you great boob!" "We'll settle this right now!"
We're going, now, to pick up Gwinnett and the pistols." "I'm glad you found the pistols," she told him. "But what're we going to do, over the week-end, for a butler...." Rand snapped his fingers. "Dammit, I never thought of that!" He allowed his brow to furrow with thought. "I won't promise anything, but I may be able to dig up somebody for you, for a day or so.
Next to it were several sheets of blank paper and a small traveling clock sat on them as a paperweight. His clothing was hung neatly, in the approved regulation manner, with his shoes in their proper places and his caps all lined up in a row. Mike walked around the room, looking at everything. "What's the matter? What're you looking for?" asked Keku. "His liquor," said Mike the Angel.
"Shake hands with Bridges an' Lindsay," said Burley, indicating his two comrades. "Stockmen from Grand Lake.... Boys, you've heerd me talk about him. Wade an' I was both in the old fight at Blair's ranch on the Gunnison. An' I've shore reason to recollect him!... Wade, what're you doin' up in these diggin's?"
And now he wrily recognized that this was part payment for the efficiency and speed with which the Navy had trailed them on their landing, and for the use of a transport plane to take them back to the United States. "I'll try to answer what I can," he said cautiously. "But what're you to brief me about?"
Around were numerous earthworks, all abandoned. Beyond the station, on either side the road, grey troops were massing. The firing ahead was as yet desultory. "Just skirmishers passing the time of day!" said the artilleryman. "Hello! What're they doing on the railroad track? Well, I should think so!"
"I've killed many a deer in a minit it don't hurt a man to die more than a deer. I wish the snarvilorous copper-skinned rascals would git through quick!" said Sneak. "Me try you agin," said the savage, again going to Sneak. "Well, now, what're you a going to do? I'm not afraid of you!" said Sneak, grinding his teeth. "Me rub your head," said the savage, seizing a tuft of hair and tearing it out.
These huge gray-skinned humanoids were aggressive as hell they were nicknamed Sharks as much for that as for the facial resemblance and this one looked even less well-intentioned toward him than his guards did. "My ident code's TERHE6-2063-4121. What're you doing with my wounded?" "They are medical treatment receiving," Joste said.
"Oh, never mind that," said the girl, impatiently, shaking back her hair. So deprecating and timid were the tones, that almost without an effort of the imagination she could picture the little man's blushes and his half-sidling method of delivery. At this supreme moment his littleness and lack of self-assertion jarred on her mood. "What're you doin' there? Thought you'd vamoosed."
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