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Mr
.
Aaa
regarded
the
captain
for
the
first
time
.
"
Where
’
d
you
say
you
were
from
?
"
The
captain
flashed
a
white
smile
.
Aside
to
his
men
he
withpered
,
"
Now
we
’
re
getting
someplace
!
"
To
Mr
.
Aaa
he
called
,
"
We
traveled
sixty
million
miles
.
From
Earth
!
"
Mr
.
Aaa
yawned
.
"
That
’
s
only
fifty
million
miles
this
time
of
year
.
"
He
picked
up
a
frightful
-
looking
weapon
.
"
Well
,
I
have
to
go
now
.
Just
take
that
silly
note
,
though
I
don
’
t
know
what
good
it
’
ll
do
you
,
and
go
over
that
hill
into
the
little
town
of
Iopr
and
tell
Mr
.
Iii
all
about
it
.
He
’
s
the
man
you
want
to
see
.
Not
Mr
.
Ttt
,
he
’
s
an
idiot
;
I
’
m
going
to
kill
him
.
Not
me
,
because
you
’
re
not
in
my
line
of
work
.
"
"
Line
of
work
,
line
of
work
!
"
bleated
the
captain
.
"
Do
you
have
to
be
in
a
certain
line
of
work
to
welcome
Earth
men
!
"
"
Don
’
t
be
silly
,
everyone
knows
that
!
"
Mr
.
Aaa
rushed
downstairs
.
"
Good
-
by
!
"
And
down
the
causeway
he
raced
,
like
a
pair
of
wild
calipers
.
The
four
travelers
stood
shocked
.
Finally
the
captain
said
,
"
We
’
ll
find
someone
yet
who
’
ll
listen
to
us
.
"
"
Maybe
we
could
go
out
and
come
in
again
,
"
said
one
of
the
men
in
a
dreary
voice
.
"
Maybe
we
should
take
off
and
land
again
.
Give
them
time
to
organize
a
party
.
"
"
That
might
be
a
good
idea
,
"
murmured
the
tired
captain
.
The
little
town
was
full
of
people
drifting
in
and
out
of
doors
,
saying
hello
to
one
another
,
wearing
golden
masks
and
blue
masks
and
crimson
masks
for
pleasant
variety
,
masks
with
silver
lips
and
bronze
eyebrows
,
masks
that
smiled
or
masks
that
frowned
,
according
to
the
owners
’
dispositions
.
