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"Uh-huh!" said Munn, following the gesture with his quiet eyes. He puffed several times before he spoke again. "What time did you come in, Brenner, from the beach?" Mrs. Brenner closed her hands tightly, the interlaced ringers locking themselves. "Oh, about forty minutes ago, I guess it was. Wasn't it, Olga?" Mart said carelessly. "Yes." Her voice was a breath. "Was your boy out to-day?"
"Theodore Warner Deston is going to be born on Newmars, where he should be," Barbara had said, and Deston had agreed. "But suppose she's Theodora?" Bernice had twitted her. "Uh-uh," Barbara had said, calmly. "I just know he's Theodore." "Uh-huh, I know." Bernice had nodded her spectacular head. "And we wanted a girl, so she is. Barbara Bernice Jones, her name is. A living doll."
Schwandorf last night after you went," Knowlton said, easily, drawing down one eyelid. "Very likable sort of chap. He's going to help us get started upriver." "Uh-huh. When do we go? To-day?" "If possible." "Glad of it. This big-town sportin' life would be the ruination of a simple country kid like me. Yo-hum!
The driver said to Moe, "Think he's all right?" "He's smart enough." "Who're your parents, kid?" Jimmy Holden realized that this was a fine time to tell the truth, but properly diluted to taste. "My folks are dead," he said. "Who you staying with?" "No one." The driver of the truck eyed him cautiously for a moment. "You escaped from an orphan asylum?" "Uh-huh," lied Jimmy. "Where?"
We spent the night in his yurta and, when I was ready to lie down, my officer whispered to me: "Be sure to keep your revolver handy," to which I laughed and said: "But we are in the center of a White detachment and therefore in perfect safety!" "Uh-huh!" answered my officer and finished the response with one eye closed.
That there was one and through it a prospect of their being liberated from their unpleasant and perilous position, was enough for him to know. "Hello," shouted the girl after a few minutes. "Yes, did you get the rope?" called Tad excitedly. "Uh-huh." "Then drop the end of it down." A heavy coil hit Tad on the top of his head, nearly knocking him down.
"Well, he can," says I. "And he has." "Wha-a-at!" gasps Old Hickory. "Uh-huh!" says I. "It was him that shot in the ball with the Ha, ha! message on it." "But but from where?" he demands. "Look!" says I, leadin' him to the window. "The old sinner!" says Mr. Ellins. "Why, that must be nearly one hundred feet, and almost straight up! Some shot! I didn't think it was in him. Hagen could do no better.
Anyway he knows we're on it, and that we have a great deal better chance of nailing the responsible characters eventually." "More information for the computers, eh?" Trigger said. "Uh-huh." "You got this little chunk the hard way, I feel," she observed. "True," Quillan admitted, "But we have to get it any way we can till we get enough to move on. Then we move."
Gimp asked right away. "No. There'll be other occasions," Nelsen laughed. "Someday, if we live, she'll own all the joints in the solar system." "Uh-huh I'd bet on it... By the way, there's a grapevine yarn around. Somebody kicked Fanshaw the Jolly Lad big-shot in the belly. You, perhaps?" "Don't listen to gossip," Nelsen said primly. "Are you serious about going to Mercury?" "Of course.
"O-o-o-oh!" says Vee, givin' a little squeal. "Who could do anything like that?" "I'm not saying," says I; "but there's a certain party who ain't just what he seems. You'd never guess, either. But just keep your eye on J. Dudley." "Wh-a-at!" gasps Vee. "Mr. Simms?" "Uh-huh," says I. "Listen. He knows about Nunca Secos Key, don't he? And about the gold and jewels there?" "That's so," says Vee.
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