Yearly Archives: 2007

“I fear you’re a trifle biased,” laughed Clint.

suggested Still “Maybe that chap who made the touchdown had a string tied to it,” suggested Still. “That wouldn’t be a bad scheme, eh?”

“I don’t know. Listen!”

“Just five-three,” answered Clint.

“I can’t reach it,” he said. “Guess it’s on the floor. Anyway, the night air is very beneficial.”

“I’ll say no more,” he declared. “You’re past help, Clint. You’ve tasted blood. Go on, you poor mistaken hero, and maim yourself for life. I wash my hands of you.”

“We didn’t know about it until it was too late. We were getting some breakfast at a restaurant down the street there. We’re going to take the nine-forty-six.”