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"Can't you guess?" and the young man smiled mysteriously. "Try." "Give it up," and Hendricks shook his head. "I think it's more wonderful to get thought-transference by wiggling your forehead than any other way I ever heard of, but I can't guess how it helps." "Can't any of you?" and Hanlon looked around the circle. "Wait a minute," said Aunt Abby, who was thinking hard. "Let me try.
Stone, he simpully makes me foller him till I'm that dog-tired, I near drops in my tracks. And, to top the heap, he leads me straight to this hotel, where we're stayin' yes, sir! right here and makin' a sharp turn, he says, 'Good-night! pleasant like, and scoots off. Can you beat it?" "Poor old Fibs, that was an experience! Looks like the Hanlon person is one to be reckoned with.
It is one that is rich in various metals. The natives mine it under our direction, and ..." Hanlon interrupted. "I don't know a thing about mining. Will that make a difference?" Here, he thought swiftly, was the test. If they still wanted him and had a reasonable answer it might well be a bona-fide job. "None at all," the leader smiled again. "We have mining engineers in charge.
"That's the pity of colonization," the elder engineer sighed. "It builds new lands at the expense of the old, taking all their strongest, most adventurous and most imaginative. Soon the original country or continent or planet is peopled only by the dregs." "I don't like to think Terra has only dregs left. After all, I came from there, you know," Hanlon grinned and they smiled back companionably.
The next day being that on which the trial took place, he rose not from his bed; and when the time appointed for meeting Travers came he was not at all in anything of an improved condition. His gig was got ready, however, and, accompanied by Hanlon, he drove to the agent's office. Travers was a quick, expert man of business, who lost but little time and few words in his dealings with the world.
Hanlon, whose fear of supernatural appearances had not been diminished by what he had heard there before as well as on his way home, now felt alarmed at every gust of wind that went past him. He hurried on, however, and kept his nerves as firmly set as his terrors would allow him, until he got upon the plain old road which led directly to the appointed place.
By the time I felt sure, it was too late. He had ... gotten some sort of a hold over me ... I no longer seemed to have a mind or will of my own any more." The admiral risked a glance at Hanlon, who nodded agreement. "Do you know what he was planning, Your Majesty?" "Planning? Planning? You mean something else beyond ruling Simonides through me, or possibly supplanting me entirely?"
"When the Corps captured us, they dragged us from wherever we were working, and as far as I know left the Greenies untended. They've probably all run back to the woods." Hanlon looked at his father. "I'm going out to look. I have a feeling ..." and he walked out without saying more.
He had all he could do to keep from betraying himself as he probed quickly toward the mind on the rostrum. Now he perceived the feeling of commiseration which the stern, hot eyes of the apparently outraged instructor did not reveal. Hanlon remembered his father's instructions to "play it up big". He made himself glare back at the teacher, and his blue eyes took on the hardness of glacial ice.
Hanlon made himself look surprised. "Why, nothing. I've just been sitting here; haven't said a word to any of them." "Well, I'm not too sure it's proper for you to be here as long as you have no dog kennelled here." "Sorry. If it bothers you, I'll leave." Hanlon started away ... then stopped short. He had wondered at that curiously sluggish feeling in his mind.
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