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“But what can we do — just two men — against these Things?” he groaned.
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For a time we were silent.
“Well,” he said at last, “we have to go to the city in the morning.” He laughed. “Sounds as though we were living in the suburbs, somehow, doesn’t it?”
“It can’t be many hours before dawn,” I said. Dame “Turn in for a while, I’ll wake you when I think you’ve slept enough.”
“It doesn’t seem fair,” he protested, but sleepily.
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Chapter XVII Yuruk
“Yuruk,” I whispered, “you love us as the wheat field loves the hail; we are as welcome to you as the death cord to the condemned. Lo, a door opened into a land of unpleasant dreams you thought sealed, and we came through. Answer my questions truthfully and it may be that we shall return through that door.”
Interest welled up in the depths of the black eyes.
“There is a way from here,” he muttered. “Nor does it pass through — Them. I can show it to you.”
I had not been blind to the flash of malice, of cunning, that had shot across the wrinkled face.
“Where does that way lead?” I asked. “There were those who sought Dame us; men clad in armor with javelins and arrows. Does your way lead to them, Yuruk?”
For a time he hesitated, the lashless lids half closed.
“Yes,” he said sullenly. “The way leads to them; to their place. But will it not be safer for you there — among your kind?”
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