Grayson. "Who the devil does he mean by James? I hain't
seen but one of 'em."
The boss was laughing quietly.
"The man's a character," he said. "He'll be worth all you pay him--if
you can appreciate him, which I doubt, Grayson."
"I ken appreciate him if he ken keep books," replied Grayson. "That's
all I ask of him."
When Bridge emerged from the bedroom he was clothed in white duck
trousers, a soft shirt, and a pair of tennis shoes, and such a change
had they wrought in his appearance that neither Grayson nor his employer
would have known him had they not seen him come from the room into which
they had sent him to make the exchange of clothing.
"Feel better?" asked the boss, smiling.
"Clothes are but an incident with me," replied Bridge. "I wear them
because it is easier to do so than it would be to dodge the weather and
the police. Whatever I may have upon my back affects in no way what
I have within my head. No, I cannot say that I feel any better, since
these clothes are not as comfortable as my old ones. However if it
pleases Mr. Grayson that I should wear a pink kimono while working for
him I shall gladly wear a pink kimono. What shall I do first, sir?" The
question was directed toward Grayson.
"Sit down here an' see what you ken make of this bunch of trouble,"
replied the foreman. "I'll talk with you again this evenin'."
As Grayson and his employer quitted the office and walked together
toward the corrals the latter's brow was corrugated by thought and his
facial expression that of one who labors to fasten upon a baffling and
"It beats all, Grayson," he said presently; "but I am sure that I have
known this new bookkeeper of yours before. The moment he came out of
that room dressed like a human being I knew that I had known him; but
for the life of me I can't place him. I should be willing to wager
considerable, however, that his name is not Bridge."
"S'pect you're right," assented Grayson. "He's probably one o' them
eastern dude bank clerks what's gone wrong and come down here to hide.
Mighty fine place to hide jest now, too.
"And say, speakin' of banks," he went on, "what'll I do 'bout sendin'
over to Cuivaca fer the pay tomorrow. Next day's pay day. I don't like
to send this here bum, I can't trust a greaser no better, an' I can't
spare none of my white men thet
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Then, quite suddenly, one day I stepped out of the peace of manless primality into the presence of man--and peace was gone.Page 21
Hope thrives best in sunlight, and I am sure that it does not thrive at all in a fog.Page 34
"The Mahars will spare your life," he said, "and release you on one condition.Page 51
" "The stories are true," replied Ghak, "and here is the emperor of whom you have heard.Page 64
He growled at me.Page 67
The trip across the water to the island was uneventful.Page 68
A sheep might gaze at you without transmitting a warning through your subjective mind, because you are in no danger from a sheep.Page 75
During the entire battle both sides hurled taunts and insults at one another--the human beings naturally excelling the brutes in the coarseness and vileness of their vilification and invective.Page 77
Beneath the glaring noonday sun, in the sweltering heat of the mesa-top, the huge, hairy creatures leaped in a great circle.Page 86
As we went Dian told me that her captors had informed her how close I had come in search of her--even to the Land of Awful Shadow--and how one of Hooja's men who knew me had discovered me asleep and robbed me of all my possessions.Page 88
Juag was upon the very brink of the chasm.Page 110
Hooja's men, working in relays, were commencing to show the effects of the strain under which they had been forced to work without food or water, and I think their weakening aided us almost as much as the slight freshening of the wind.Page 114
My eyes went even wider than they had before.Page 115
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Here Perry has built the first printing-press, and a dozen young Sarians are teaching their fellows to read and write the language of Pellucidar.Page 133
Anoroc makes gunpowder and mines iron ore, and by means of their ships they carry on a very lucrative trade with Thuria, Sari, and Amoz.Page 135
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