What's that for? little Eddie asked. Don't drown, he said. He felt he ought to pull his gun, but he knew he couldn't shoot well enough to kill five of them--anyhow, the Captain hadn't shot when the old chief with the milky eye had asked for a beef. At first the stones were small, and he wasn't too worried, for he had seen fleeting hail squalls pass in five minutes.
Nope, the girl said. Thank you, men, he said. Now, in only a few days, he would be going north, a prospect so exciting that for hours at a stretch he was taken away from himself, into imaginings. It's cool, they say.
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