They said goodbye and went outside.
“What’s the matter with Junior?” asked Evans. “He looked at you sort of queerly.”
“He’s got too much imagination, I guess.”
“Is that it?”
“That’s it.” Bervick smiled.
The sky was blue and clear now and the sun shone on the white mountains. They walked back to the ship.
THE END
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Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.
Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized.