"How'd we do?" he panted when he got his breath.
"Swell," Outhouse enthused. "Sixty seconds less and you'd have only been a minute over the record."
"Oh," said Lomack.
"Yeah?" I said. "Oh. And what's more, Listless, you tentacle-toed ape, I got an idea running around that track. I think, I think, I really think, that we can do Dudley dirty."
"What is it?" queried Murphy.
"I'm not saying yet," I replied. "I've got to think it over for a while and examine the holes."
"Moth holes?" said Listless.
"Nuts," said I.
"Marbles," said Outhouse. "Keep it to yourself, Doc, if you want to."
"Well," said Listless slowly, "I bet one thing. I bet whatever it is, I gotta navigate."