Saturday, December 5, 2009

"That is my part of the affair Mr. Stewart " said I. "Here is a bag of good money and if more be wanted more is to be had where it came from. " .

SWITCHES This he had not done. He had activated the one on the left first and then the one on the right. He knew there was a circuit failure in the indicated area of the control system but he still didn't know what the effect of his erroneous operation of the buttons might be. * * * * The Terranian fleet was under way. The major vessels formed a widely deployed net but the space between them.
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Pax guards outside. The fishermen I remembered were probably offworlders so my strange accent should not be overly suspicious. "Klingman " I said taking another sip of the sludge-tasting coffee. The one word had worked on the Pax troopers. It did not work on these men. They looked at each other a moment and then the fat one spoke again. "We came in with the Klingman party boy. All the way from St. Therese. You weren't on the hydrofoil. What's your game?" I grinned. "No game " I said. "I was supposed to be with the group—missed it in St. Therese—came on down with the Otters. " I still hadn't got it right. The five men spoke among themselves. I heard the word "poachers" several times. Two of the men left and went out the door. The fat man poked a fat finger at me. "I was sittin' over there with the Otter guide. He never seen you before either. You stay right there son. " That was the one thing I was.
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