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"
One
hundred
thousand
miles
of
territory
?
"
"
Yours
.
"
"
Did
you
hear
that
,
Elma
?
"
Elma
was
sitting
on
the
ground
,
leaning
against
the
aluminum
hot
-
dog
stand
,
eyes
shut
.
"
But
why
,
why
—
why
are
you
giving
me
all
this
?
"
asked
Sam
,
trying
to
look
into
the
metal
slots
of
the
eyes
.
"
That
is
not
all
.
Here
.
"
Six
other
scrolls
were
produced
.
The
names
were
declared
,
the
territories
announced
.
"
Why
,
that
’
s
half
of
Mars
!
I
own
half
of
Mars
!
"
Sam
rattled
the
scrolls
in
his
fists
.
He
shook
them
at
Elma
,
insane
with
laughing
.
"
Elma
,
did
you
hear
?
"
"
I
heard
,
"
said
Elma
,
looking
at
the
sky
.
She
seemed
to
be
watching
for
something
.
She
was
becoming
a
little
more
alert
now
.
"
Thank
you
,
oh
,
thank
you
,
"
said
Sam
to
the
bronze
mask
.
