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"Here we go," he said to Manfred.
Ahead, the street became a vague level strip passing from the city out onto the desert, in the direction of the hills far beyond. The jitney bumped along at near top speed, and Arnie smiled. Beside him the boy's face shone with excitement.
Nobody can stop me, Arnie said to himself.
The sounds of the squabble faded from his ears; he heard now only the buzz of the tiny turbine of the jitney. He settled back.
Dirty Knobby, get ready, he said to himself. And then he thought of Jack Bohlen's magic charm, the water witch which Helio said the man had on him, and Arnie frowned. But the frown was momentary. He did not slow down.
Beside him Manfred crowed excitedly, "Gubble gubble!"
"What's that mean, gubble gubble?" Arnie asked.
There was no answer, as the two of them bounced along in the UN post office jitney toward the F.D.R. Mountains directly ahead.
Maybe I'll find out what it means when we get there, Arnie said to himself. I'd like to know. For some reason the sounds which the boy made, the unintelligible words, made him nervous, more so than anything else. He wished suddenly that Helio was along.
"Gubble gubble!" Manfred cried as they sped along.