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"Just wing him, Babe," Jones said then. "He looks strong enough, except for his head. We can use him to shovel out the gunkum and clean up." "Uh uh. I'll have to kill him sometime, and the sooner the better. Square between the eyes. JUST WING UM BABE JONES SAID THEN HE LOOKS STRONG ENOUGH EXCEPT FOR HIS HEAD WE CAN USE HIM TO SHOVEL OUT THE GUM CUCK AND CLEAN UP UH UH I'LL HAVE TO KILL HIM SOMETIME AND THE SOONER THE BETTER SQUARE BETWEEN THE EYES
cantily-clad sheer beauty from ankles to coiffure. "If you're too crowded--I know a lifecraft carries only fifty people--go yourself." "As a crew-chief, you know the law." Deston spoke quietly--too quietly, as the other man should have known. "I am in command." "You ain't in command of _me_, pretty boy!" Newman sneered. "You can play God when you're on sked, with a ship-full of trained dogs to bite for you, but out here where nobody has ever come back from I make my own law--with _this_!" He patted his side pocket. "Draw it, then!" Deston's voice now had all the top-deck rasp of his rank. "Or crawl!" The First Officer had not moved; his right hand still hung quietly at his side. Newman glanced at the girls, both of whom were frozen; at Jones, who smiled at him pityingly; at Adams, who was merely interested. "I ... my ... yours is right where you can get at it," he faltered. "You should have thought of that sooner. But, this once, I won't move a finger until your hand is in your pocket. HERE BETTER NEWMAN'S EYES RAKED BERNICE'S FIVE FEET EIGHT OF SCANTILY CLAD SHEER BEAUTY FROM ANKLES TO COFFERSHIRE IF YOU'RE TOO CROWDED I KNOW A LIFECRAFT CARRIES ONLY FIFTY PEOPLE GO YOURSELF AS A CREW CHIEF YOU KNOW THE LAW DESTON SPOKE QUIETLY TOO QUIETLY AS THE OTHER MAN SHOULD HAVE KNOWN I AM IN COMMAND YOU AIN'T IN COMMAND OF ME PRETTY BOY NEWMAN SNEERED YOU CAN PLAY GOD WHEN YOU'RE ON SCED WITH A SHIP FULL OF TRAINED DOGS TO BITE FOR YOU BUT OUT HERE WHERE NOBODY HAS EVER COME BACK FROM I MAKE MY OWN LAW WITH THIS HE PATTED HIS SIDE POCKET DRAW IT THEN DESTON'S VOICE NOW HAD ALL THE TOP DECK RASP OF HIS RANK OR CRAWL THE FIRST OFFICER HAD NOT MOVED HIS RIGHT HAND STILL HUNG QUIETLY AT HIS SIDE NEWMAN GLANCED AT THE GIRLS BOTH OF WHOM WERE FROZEN AT JONES WHO SMILED AT HIM PITYINGLY AT ADAMS WHO WAS MERELY INTERESTED I MY YOURS IS RIGHT WHERE YOU CAN GET AT IT HE FALTERED YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THAT SOONER BUT THIS ONCE I WON'T MOVE A FINGER UNTIL YOUR HAND IS IN YOUR POCKET
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