"Didn't hardly expect that much muscle, did you ?" he inquired lightly.

"And I'm not in what you could call condition, either.
Instead of wasting any time on fool questions like that, you two go over your stuff and ask each other, have we got every last appliance known to physics and surgery?
Have we got duplicates on hand in case we break delicate instruments like hypodermic syringes and that sort of thing?
Engage yourselves with questions pertaining to life; that is your business.

Instead of planning what you'll do in failure, bolster your souls against it.

Granny Moreland beats you two put together in grip and courage." The Harvester returned to his task, and the fight went on.

At last the hour came when the temperature fell lower and lower.