"Henry Kuttner - See You Later" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kuttner Henry)

"That's easy," I said.
"If'n I kin git to do that," Yancey said, "it'd be easy for me to spot that feller and give him what he's got
coming to him." He snuffled. "I allus been honest. I'm skeered of dying unless I pay all my debts fust.
Danged if'n I want to burn through all eternity like you sinful Hogbens are a-gonna."

"Shucks," Maw said, "I guess we kin help out, neighbor, being as how you feel so het up about it. Yes,
sir, we'll do like you want."

Yancey brightened up considerable.

"Promise?" he asked. "Swear it, on your word an' honor?"

Mow looked kind of funny, but Yancey pulled out his bandanna again, so she busted down and made
her solemn promise. Right away Yancey cheered up.

"How long will the spell take?" he asked.

"There ain't no spell," I said. "Like I told you, all I need is some scrap iron and a washbasin. 'Twon't take
long."

"I'll be back real soon," Yancey said, sort of cackling, and run out, laughing his haid off. Going through
the yard, he kicked out at a chicken, missed, and laughed some more. Guess he was feeling purty good.

"You better go on and make that gadget so's it'll be ready," Maw told me. "Git going."

"Yes, Maw," I said, but I sat there for a second or two, studying. She picked up the broomstick.

"You know, MawтАФ"

"Well?"

"Nothing," I said, and dodged the broomstick. I went on out, trying to git clear what was troubling me.
Something was, only I couldn't tell what. I felt kind of unwilling to make that there gadget, which didn't
make right good sense, since there didn't seem to be nothing really wrong.

I went out behind the woodshed, though, and got busy. Took me 'bout ten minutes, but I didn't hurry
much. Then I come back to the house with the gadget and said I was done. Paw told me to shet up.

Well, I sat there and looked at the gimmick and still felt trouble on my mind. Had to do with Yancey,
somehow

or other. Finally I noticed he'd left his old magazine behind, so I picked it up and started reading the story
right under that picture, trying to make sense out of it. Durned if I could.

It was all about some crazy hillbillies who could fly. Well, that ain't no trick but what I couldn't figger out
was whether the feller that writ it was trying to be funny or not. Seems to me people are funny enough
anyhow, without trying to make 'em funnier.

Besides, serious things ought to be treated serious, and from what our Perfesser feller told me once,