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Olear shifted a chair so that he could watch both Morones and the door. He reopened the conversation easily: "Well, we understand each other. You don't want me here and I'm here. So what are you going to do about it?" Morones flushed. He struggled to keep his temper down. "What do you want to know?" O'LIERE SHIFTED A CHAIR SO THAT HE COULD WATCH BOTH MORONE'S AND THE DOOR HE REOPENED THE CONVERSATION EASILY WELL WE UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER YOU DON'T WANT ME HERE AND I'M HERE SO WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT MORONES FLUSHED HE STRUGGLED TO KEEP HIS TEMPER DOWN WHAT DO YOU WANT TO KNOW
 face, dark hair, dark and bristly beard. The kind that thrived where other men became weak and fever-ridden. Also, to judge by his present appearance, an unpleasant companion and a nasty enemy. "Don't see what difference it makes to you," Olear answered in his own good time; "but the company invited me." "They would!" Morones growled. His eyes flickered to the door, and quick as a cat, Olear leaped to one side, his ray-pencil in his hand. Morones had not moved, and in the door stood the native, motionless and without expression. Morones laughed nastily. "Kind of jumpy, eh? What is it, Nargyll?" * * * * * Nargyll burst into a burbling succession of native phrases, which Olear had some difficulty following. "Nargyll wants to move your ship into one of the sheds, but the activator key's gone." "Yeah, I know," Olear assented casually. "I got it. Leave the ship till I get ready. Then I'll put it away. Get out, Nargyll." The native, hesitated, then on the lift of Morones' eyebrows departed. LY APPRAISING HIM A BIG MAN FAT BUT THE FAT WELL DISTRIBUTED SATURNINE FACE DARK HAIR DARK AND BRISTLY BEARD THE KIND THAT THRIVED WHERE OTHER MEN BECAME WEAK AND FEVER RIDDEN ALSO TO JUDGE BY HIS PRESENT APPEARANCE AN UNPLEASANT COMPANION AND A NASTY ENEMY DON'T SEE WHAT DIFFERENCE IT MAKES TO YOU ELIER ANSWERED IN HIS OWN GOOD TIME BUT THE COMPANY INVITED ME THEY WOULD MORIN'S GROWLED HIS EYES FLICKED TO THE DOOR AND QUICK AS A CAT ALIE LEAPED TO ONE SIDE HIS RAY PENCIL IN HIS HAND MORON'S HAD NOT MOVED AND IN THE DOOR STOOD THE NATIVE MOTIONLESS AND WITHOUT EXPRESSION MORON'S LAUGHED NICELY KIND OF JUMPY EH WHAT IS IT NIGEL MARGEOL BURST INTO A BURBLING SUCCESSION OF NATIVE PHRASES WHICH O'LIERE HAD SOME DIFFICULTY FOLLOWING MARGEL WANTS TO MOVE YOUR SHIP INTO ONE OF THE SHEDS BUT THE ACTIVATOR KEY'S GONE YES I KNOW O'LIE ASSENTED CASUALLY I GOT IT LEAVE THE SHIP TILL I GET READY THEN I'LL PUT IT AWAY GET OUT MARGEL THE NATIVE HESITATED THEN ON THE LIFT OF MORINE'S EYEBROWS DEPARTED
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