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"What's it all about?" asks Dave.
"We are helping some bulky material South by the Underground," says he. "And all the assistance we can get just now is needed."
He makes more monkey-business with his hands and feet. Up, down—right, left—circles, all around.
"You don't need to be so exceedingly careful, Mr. Vonner—"
He looked straight at me with some more signs.
"—and Mr. Mallory—"
Straight at Dave with the same hocus-pocus.
"—you re among friends."
"Lunatics," says Dave. "The asylum is at Mount Hope, about twenty miles away. Did you get out or are you on your way in?"
"Do you mean to say that you don't understand?"
"The deaf and dumb language is foreign to us," says Dave.
"Is this the same?" asks one, turning the lapel of his coat and showing a badge made by
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