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"No!"

"The heck you didnтАЩt!" Monk shoved his face close to HamтАЩs, and snarled, "I can see the devil all over your face!"

"ItтАЩs the first time," Ham said, "that I ever knew my face was a mirror."

One of the army officers asked Renny, "WhatтАЩs wrong with them now?"

Renny explained, "Somebody took a picture of Monk and sent it to a magazine labeled as an African baboon dressed
in manтАЩs clothing. The magazine published the picture, claiming it didnтАЩt notice the difference. Monk figures Ham sent
the picture."

"I see," said the officer.

"Monk saw, too," Renny said, "assorted red."

Renny Renwick had a long jaw and a thin mouth that was always indescribably sad when things were going well. It
was doubtful if he could have put either one of his fists in a quart pail.

He got in the X-ship.

"This wonтАЩt take long," he said. "Watch out for the sand, boys."

The army men got back away from the funnel of sand which the propeller slip stream scooped up, and the plane buzzed
off down the beach.

Colonel Renny Renwick was wrong about it not taking long. It was going to take long, long, very long.



THE X-ship went up through the night sky with a bawl and a moan.

"SheтАЩs sweet," an army man said. "A sweet job."

Monk and Ham had their noses jammed together. They separated them now, and walked over to the radio receiving
outfit, which had a loud-speaker so that those interested could gather around and hear.

"This dangerous for Renny?" Monk asked.

"HeтАЩll be all right," an army man said.

"DonтАЩt wings come off them things sometimes when they test?"
"Well, sometimes," the army man admitted.

"ThatтАЩs what I thought," Monk said.

He sat down by the radio. Ham sat down, also, but out of reach of MonkтАЩs long arms. Both indulged in deep silence,
apparently thinking of future violent remarks to make to each other.