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Now
Spender
swayed
.
He
put
his
hand
to
his
sweating
face
.
He
glanced
at
the
rocket
and
suddenly
began
to
shake
all
over
.
He
almost
fell
,
the
physical
reaction
was
so
overwhelming
.
His
face
held
an
expression
of
one
awakening
from
hypnosis
,
from
a
dream
.
He
sat
down
for
a
moment
and
told
the
shaking
to
go
away
.
"
Stop
it
,
stop
it
!
"
he
commanded
of
his
body
.
Every
fiber
of
him
was
quivering
and
shaking
.
"
Stop
it
!
"
He
crushed
his
body
with
his
mind
until
all
the
shaking
was
squeezed
out
of
it
.
His
hands
lay
calmly
now
upon
his
silent
knees
.
He
arose
and
strapped
a
portable
storage
locker
on
his
back
with
quiet
efficiency
.
His
hand
began
to
tremble
again
,
just
for
a
breath
of
an
instant
,
but
he
said
,
"
No
!
"
very
firmly
,
and
the
trembling
passed
.
Then
,
walking
stiffly
,
he
moved
out
between
the
hot
red
hills
of
the
land
,
alone
.
The
sun
burned
farther
up
the
sky
.
An
hour
later
the
captain
climbed
down
out
of
the
rocket
to
get
some
ham
and
eggs
.
He
was
just
saying
hello
to
the
four
men
sitting
there
when
he
stopped
and
noticed
a
faint
smell
of
gun
fumes
on
the
air
.
He
saw
the
cook
lying
on
the
ground
,
with
the
campfire
under
him
.
The
four
men
sat
before
food
that
was
now
cold
.
A
moment
later
Parkhill
and
two
others
climbed
down
.
The
captain
stood
in
their
way
,
fascinated
by
the
silent
men
and
the
way
they
sat
at
their
breakfast
.
"
Call
the
men
,
all
of
them
,
"
said
the
captain
.
Parkhill
hurried
off
down
the
canal
rim
.
The
captain
touched
Cheroke
.
Cheroke
twisted
quietly
and
fell
from
his
chair
.
Sunlight
burned
in
his
bristled
short
hair
and
on
his
high
cheekbones
.
The
men
came
in
.
