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So I still had the striped pole when we rolled up at McCrea's hotel. I was shiftin' it around in the taxi, wonderin' where I'd better dump it, when I made the big discovery. "Say," I whispers husky to McCrea, "there's something funny about this." "The pole?" says he. "Uh-huh!" says I. "It's hollow. There's a little trap door in one side." "Hah!" says McCrea. "Bring it up."
"Looked like a Yank to me." "Uh-huh, betchew he lets his biscuits cool before he butters 'em." "Haven't heard Crit say he was looking for a stranger." "Reckon if you keep up with Crit's business, my friend, you'll have to walk faster." While the Grangers were wondering, supposing, reckoning, the man who probably let his biscuits cool before he buttered them entered the Bank of Canaan.
You can tell him all about it, and I suppose he'll never want to see or hear of me again." "Maybe," says I, "but I have my doubts. Anyway, it won't take long to make a test." And when I'd left her and strolled out to the gate where Babe is pacin' up and down anxious, he demands at once: "Well, did you find out?" "Uh-huh," says I. "Was was it something I did?" he asks trembly.
But he was a real knowledgeable feller he was that. Stood at the mill door and recited po'try for us." "Poetry!" exclaimed Tom. "To you and Uncle Jabez?" asked Ruth. "Uh-huh. All about 'to be or not to be a bean that is the question. And something about his having suffered from the slung shots and bow arrers of outrageous fortune whatever that might be.
The voice might match, too." "Uh-huh Tiflin, the S.O.B.," Nelsen growled softly. For ten hours, nothing else happened. Then there were some tiny radar-blips, which could have indicated meteors. Nelsen and Ramos changed the angle of the ion guides of their ionic motors to move their bubbs from course, slightly, and dodge. During the first hour, they were successful.
"I can't help that," she said quickly. "The dance to me is only a sort of acrobatic stunt. Lord, it's hard enough to do! I rub liniment into my shoulders for an hour every night." "Do you have fun while you're on the stage?" "Uh-huh sure! I got in the habit of having people look at me, Omar, and I like it." "Hm!" Horace sank into a brownish study. "How's the Brazilian trimmings?"
"Twelve, goin' on thirteen." "Uh-huh. And the hoss?" "Oh, he's got a little age on him, but that don't hurt him none." Annersley's beard twitched. "He must 'a' been a colt for quite a spell. But I ain't lookin' for a cow-hoss. What I want is a hoss that I can work. How does he go in harness?" "Harness! Say, mister, this here hoss can pull the kingpin out of a wagon without sweatin' a hair.
"I believed so, yes," Corina said slowly. "Yet the Order's millennia of experience cannot be totally wrong. It had to be pattern rapport." "Then either human and Irschchan patterns are closer than anyone's ever suspected . . ." "Or it is our own two basic patterns which are in phase." "Uh-huh, that could Hey! Remember, I told you I had more trouble reading Sunbeam than I did reading you?"
And the funny thing is that there's nothing there at all, really; but Dick says that the forces meeting there, or something, make it act as though something really important were there. See?" "Uh-huh," assented Margaret, doubtfully, just as Crane finished the final adjustments and moved toward them. A safe distance away from Seaton, he turned and waved his hand.
You see, Judge Priest, when I wasn't nothin' but jest a shaver folks started in to callin' me Peep on account of my last name bein O'Day, I reckin. They been callin' me so ever since. Fust off, 'twas Little Peep, and then jest plain Peep; and now it's got to be Old Peep. But my real entitled name is Paul, jest like you said, Judge Paul Felix O'Day." "Uh-huh!
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