Stragath
Stragath“I’d never have suspected speed like that in such short legs,” said Blake softly. “Do you think she’ll be back?”
“More borax,” sighed Penton. “Fifty pounds of borax in the ship. Man, you couldn’t lose that critter now to save you. All the repressed mother love of the last five years or so is probably welling up in her under-slung bosom. I image, from the lecture she just delivered, that friend watchman of the domestic difficulties can’t feed her the boron she wants, and evidently she needs a sufficient supply of boron to have young. At any rate I need a supply of carbon compounds. She interrupted my eating rather abruptly.”
“There seems to be enough jelly-fruit here to keep any two people going. Tastes funny, doesn’t it? Rather like a cross between orange juice and beef
