So here's the way the story runs:" "Say, boss, make it short and sweet, can't you ?" Andy begged.

He was sitting on the floor with his head against Rosemary's knees, and his eyelids were drooping drowsily.

"By gracious, nobody'll have to sing me to sleep to-night! I'm about ready to hit the hay right now." "I'll cut out the atmosphere and just stick to the action, then," Luck conceded.

"I want to get you all placed, so we can get to work in the morning without any delay.

_Sabe_ ?" "Shoot," murmured Pink, opening his eyes with some effort "I can listen for five minutes, maybe." "I can't, I don't believe," the Native Son yawned.