Part 17 (2/2)
”Wotcher doin'?”
”Twenty-one years”
”Quitcher kiddin'”
”It's true”
”Honest? Holy gee!”
The shuttle flies to and fro Jim is silent for a while, then he demands, abruptly:
”Wat dey put you here for?”
”I don't know”
”Been kickin'?”
”No”
”Den you'se bugs”
”Why so?”
”Dis 'ere is crank shop Dey never put a ot it in for you”
”How do _you_ happen to be here?”
”Me? De God daash over his teliet even wid _hiht, damn his rotten soul I'll kill him By God, I will
I'll croak 'ere, anyhow”
[17] Guard
”Perhaps it isn't so bad,” I try to encourage hiot the con bad, spittin'
blood every night Dis dust's killin' me Kill you, too, damn quick”
As if to e, prolonged and hollow
The shuttle has in theRecovering his breath, Jim snatches the knife at his side, and with a few deft strokes releases the ain absorbed in his task
”Don't bother me no more,” he warns me, ”I' body al and pushi+ng, Jim bends every effort to hasten the couard approaches ”How's he doing?” he inquires, indicating ht But say, Hoods, dis 'ere is no place for de kid He's got a twenty-one spot”[18]