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186 "I haven't killed him," protested Teddie as she took Gerry's head in her lap.

"Yuh sure set ont to kill something," announced the blue-denimed giant from the truck. "And this looks to me like yuh got what yuh was after!"

"Don't be silly," cried Teddie. "But get into my car and get back here with a doctor. Do you understand: I want a doctor right away!"

"It'd be more sensible to get the body into the truck," maintained the heartless one in blue-denim.

"You get that doctor!" blazed Teddie with a stare which drove the truck-driver off even as naked steel might have done. And when he was gone she leaned over the still inert Gerry, and wiped the dust from his face with her tiny mockery of a handkerchief, and murmured ridiculous little incoherencies which made him open one eye, like a sleepy hound on a hearth-rug, and quite inconsiderately close it again.

"Oh, Gerry!" she moaned as she put her hand once more in under his vest, to make sure his heart was still beating, and