Want to walk a piece down the road--with me, Medaine ?" "Of course.

It's too bad, isn't it--" Then they faded through the doorway, and Barry could hear no more.

But he found himself looking after them, wondering about many things,--about the girl and her interest in Fred Thayer, and whether she too might be a part of the machinery which he felt had been set up against him; about the big, grinning Ba'tiste, who still remained in the room; who now was fumbling about with the bedclothes at the foot of the bed and-- "Ouch! Don't--don't do that!" Barry suddenly had ceased his thoughts to jerk his feet far up under the covers, laughing and choking and striving to talk at the same time.
At the foot of the bed, Ba'tiste, his eyes twinkling more than ever, had calmly rolled back the covering and just as calmly tickled the injured man's feet.

More, one long arm had outstretched again, as the giant once more reached for the sole of a foot, to tickle it, then to stand back and boom with laughter as Barry involuntarily sought to jerk the point of attack out of the way.

For a fourth time he repeated the performance, followed by a fourth outburst of mirth at the recoil from the injured man.