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"
Why
?
"
"
Why
not
?
"
answered
Chief
White
Halfoat
,
and
lay
back
in
the
mud
contentedly
with
the
bottle
of
rye
cuddled
in
his
arms
.
"
Oh
,
now
look
what
he
’
s
doing
!
"
Clevinger
exclaimed
with
irritation
.
"
Will
you
get
up
and
get
into
the
car
so
we
can
all
go
back
to
the
squadron
?
"
"
We
can
’
t
all
go
back
.
Someone
has
to
stay
here
and
help
the
Chief
with
this
car
he
signed
out
of
the
motor
pool
.
"
Chief
White
Halfoat
settled
back
in
the
staff
car
with
an
ebullient
,
prideful
chuckle
.
"
That
’
s
Captain
Black
’
s
car
,
"
he
informed
them
jubilantly
.
"
I
stole
it
from
him
at
the
officers
’
club
just
now
with
an
extra
set
of
keys
he
thought
he
lost
this
morning
.
"
"
Well
,
I
’
ll
be
damned
!
That
calls
for
a
drink
.
"
"
Haven
’
t
you
had
enough
to
drink
?
"
Clevinger
began
scolding
as
soon
as
McWatt
started
the
car
.
"
Look
at
you
.
You
don
’
t
care
if
you
drink
yourselves
to
death
or
drown
yourselves
to
death
,
do
you
?
"
"
Just
as
long
as
we
don
’
t
fly
ourselves
to
death
.
"
"
Hey
,
open
it
up
,
open
it
up
,
"
Chief
White
Halfoat
urged
McWatt
.
"
And
turn
off
the
headlights
.
That
’
s
the
only
way
to
do
it
.
"
