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61054	Sharkey, Jack	The Flying Tuskers of K'niik-K'naak			.txt	text/plain	2172	194	90	old purple Andromedan guide, Mimp, out in the vast blue-white desert of Polaris III, looking for the flying tuskers. K'niik-K'naak, the region we trod, was much feared by the Polaris III I had to have both hands free to use my Moxley .55, the best ray-rifle Aside from the ray-rifle, I carried nothing save a fourteen-inch Mimp struggled along behind me as we set off into the desert. "Yes, Bwana," said Mimp. I stood watching the sunset, while Mimp unloaded all the gear and entered the pseudolog hut Mimp had inflated. "I hurry, Sahib," said Mimp. "Yes, Effendi," said Mimp. You know that Polaris III water is poisonous to us (I'd been able to save a little by listing Mimp as _Mimp!_ And with _my_ bolo knife, Mimp had already sold the tusks and was on his way back to Andromeda, Mimp, with his stolen fortune, had paid off his planet's debt to Earth.	./cache/61054.txt	./txt/61054.txt