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"
All
the
way
from
Earth
.
"
"
Why
,
for
half
a
mind
,
I
’
d
call
him
up
and
tell
him
off
.
"
"
Just
the
four
of
us
;
myself
and
these
three
men
,
my
crew
.
"
"
I
’
ll
call
him
up
,
yes
,
that
’
s
what
I
’
ll
do
!
"
"
Earth
.
Rocket
.
Men
.
Trip
.
Space
.
"
"
Call
him
and
give
him
a
good
lashing
!
"
cried
Mr
.
Aaa
.
He
vanished
like
a
puppet
from
a
stage
.
For
a
minute
there
were
angry
voices
back
and
forth
over
some
weird
mechanism
or
other
.
Below
,
the
captain
and
his
crew
glanced
longingly
back
at
their
pretty
rocket
ship
lying
on
the
hillside
,
so
sweet
and
lovely
and
fine
.
Mr
.
Aaa
jerked
up
in
the
window
,
wildly
triumphant
"
Challenged
him
to
a
duel
,
by
the
gods
!
A
duel
!
"
"
Mr
.
Aaa
—
"
the
captain
started
all
over
again
,
quietly
.
"
I
’
ll
shoot
him
dead
,
do
you
hear
!
"
"
Mr
.
Aaa
,
I
’
d
like
to
tell
you
.
We
came
sixty
million
miles
.
"
