“Why? Didn’t ‘Mister’ know anythin’?” Beetle asked.
“’Bout as much as you,” was Stalky’s reply.
“I don’t go about pretending to. What was he like?”
“‘Mister’? Oh, rather like King—King and water.”
Only water was not precisely the fluid that Stalky thought fit to mention.
[1] See “Slaves of the Lamp”—Stalky and Co.
THE CENTAURS
Up came the young Centaur-colts from the plains they were fathered in—
Curious, awkward, afraid.
Burrs in their hocks and their tails, they were gathered in