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He
heard
nothing
.
Slowly
he
collected
his
map
case
and
his
three
flak
suits
and
crawled
back
to
the
main
compartment
.
Nately
,
sitting
stiffly
in
the
co
-
pilot
’
s
seat
,
spied
him
through
the
corner
of
his
eye
as
he
stepped
up
on
the
flight
deck
behind
Kid
Sampson
.
He
smiled
at
Yossarian
wanly
,
looking
frail
and
exceptionally
young
and
bashful
in
the
bulky
dungeon
of
his
earphones
,
hat
,
throat
mike
,
flak
suit
and
parachute
.
Yossarian
bent
close
to
Kid
Sampson
’
s
ear
.
"
I
still
can
’
t
hear
you
,
"
he
shouted
above
the
even
drone
of
the
engines
.
Kid
Sampson
glanced
back
at
him
with
surprise
.
Kid
Sampson
had
an
angular
,
comical
face
with
arched
eyebrows
and
a
scrawny
blond
mustache
.
"
What
?
"
he
called
out
over
his
shoulder
.
"
I
still
can
’
t
hear
you
,
"
Yossarian
repeated
.
"
You
’
ll
have
to
talk
louder
,
"
Kid
Sampson
said
.
"
I
still
can
’
t
hear
you
.
"
"
I
said
I
still
can
’
t
hear
you
!
"
Yossarian
yelled
.
"
I
can
’
t
help
it
,
"
Kid
Sampson
yelled
back
at
him
.
"
I
’
m
shouting
as
loud
as
I
can
.
"
"
I
couldn
’
t
hear
you
over
my
intercom
,
"
Yossarian
bellowed
in
mounting
helplessness
.
"
You
’
ll
have
to
turn
back
.
"
