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Show Flying - 135 looks at it for a moment. "Tell you what," he says. "If we're not moving fast enough to suit you, Captain, why don't you get up off your dead ass and come over here and do it yourself." And hangs up. The first words are quiet and thoughtful, but by the time he finishes he's screaming. Five minutes later the back d.oor slams open. In the doorway, trembling, white-faced, stands Captain Black. "Which one of you men said that to me on the phone?" His fists are clenched and quivering at his sides, his head turns back and forth nervously, from Tovar to John Henry and back again. "It was Private Pierson, sir," says Tovar, pointing. "He said it. I heard him. " John Henry lies on the ground, face in the fine dust. Tovar still stands looking down at him, neither happy nor sad. John Henry gets to his knees and shakes his head, dizzy. The left side of his face hurts. It ain't no use. This could last a long time and be very painful. John Henry gets up, puts up his defenses and comes on again towards Tovar's piston-like and automatic punches. Happy faces behind Tovar are yelling encouragement and pounding each other on the back. Behind dusty John Henry |