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"Cos bounded fro at Spender even once His voice was like someone in an empty auditorium It was alone "Come on!"

Nobody moved

"Come on, Whitie, your harmonica!"

Whitie blew a chord It sounded funny and wrong Whitie knocked the moisture from his harmonica and put it away

"What kinda party is this?" Biggs wanted to know

So animal That was all

"Okay, s squatted against the rocket, drinking from a flask

Spender watched hiers crawled up along his tre to his holstered pistol, very quietly, and stroked and tapped the leather sheath

"All those ant to can come into the city with uard here at the rocket and go armed, just in case"

The s, who laughingly counted hi his bottle Six others stayed behind

"Here we go!" Biggs shouted

The party ht, silently Theydead city in the light of the racing twin moons Their shadows, under them, were double shadows They did not breathe, or see for soray for across the vacant sea bottoe, of unbelievable derivation

Spender filled the streets with his eyes and his hts on the cobbled avenues, and there were faint ray-red sands Each as given a person who leaned from it and waved slowly, as if under a ti form in the fathoms of space below the moon-silvered towers Music was played on soined the shape of such instruments to evoke such music The land was haunted

"Hey!" shouted Biggs, standing tall, his hands around his open mouth "Hey, you people in the city there, you!"

"Biggs!" said the captain