"013 (B003) - Meteor Menace (1934-03) - Lester Dent" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

"He is indeed what Yankees call 'hell-on-wheels.'"



"Look what he did here in Chile."



"Two hundred thousand people have come to catch a glimpse of him. That proves he is a great man, and dangerous to molest."



"The gun which makes the loudest report does not always shoot the hardest," quoted Saturday Loo. "You are children scaring each other with ghost stories. Stop it! This great crowd only makes our work the easier."



The conversation was carried on in a Tibetan dialect, which none of the surrounding Chileans understood. In addition, voices were kept low.



Saturday Loo stared narrowly at his assistants. He could see that his words had not relieved them a great deal. Several times, the tobacco-colored men rolled uneasy glances upward. They squirmed, and tried not to let their chief see these overhead stares.



The skyward gazing came to Saturday Loo's attention, however. He understood what was really making his helpers uneasy.



"So that is it!" he snapped. His voice, however, was a bit shrill.



The Tibetans shifted their shoulders under the ponchos, but said nothing.



"You fear the blue meteor!" Saturday Loo accused.



"Aye," one fellow mumbled admission. "We fear it."



"Suppose the blue meteor could not be controlled," said another, and shuddered visibly. "You all know what would happen to us in that case."



In the general exchange of looks which followed this statement, Saturday Loo joined. They were hardened rogues, yet mention of the blue meteor had conjured up a stark terror within their souls.