"You tend to your own business and I'll tend to mine. Go away from here, and don't say anything to make him madder, you wasp-waisted errand boy," said Si savagely, as he thrust himself in between the Aid and Shorty. "I've got enough to do to take care of him. Go off, if you don't want him to mash you."Si picked up a stick and drew a line in the ground. "Now bring your toes to that line, and keep 'em there."
THREE:Everybody did. Not that there's ever been a chance to use it.
FORE:"Injianny!" sneered the old man. "Meanest people in the world live in Injianny. Settled by scalawags that we'uns run outen Tennessee bekase they'uns wuz too onery to live heah.""Forward Quick time March!" shouted the Lieutenant. "Guide on those tall hickories."
"I know this one," Albin said. "Greta Forzane, Johnny Dodd. Take good care of him, kiddohe needs it."The Alberts were shunted off without trouble. Albin, heaving a small sigh, fixed the details of his next job in his mind: quality control in a smelting process. It took him a few seconds to calm down and get ready, and then he headed for room six, where one Albert waited for him, trying to think only of the job ahead, and not at all of the party, of Dr. Haenlingen, of Johnny Dodd, of rebellion and war."Promoted day before yesterday," communed Shorty; "and you won't presume to boss or command no more'n he would?"