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"
Can
I
help
you
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Beg
your
pardon
,
"
said
Captain
Black
uncertainly
.
"
But
we
’
re
looking
for
—
that
is
,
could
you
help
us
—
"
He
stopped
.
She
looked
out
at
him
with
dark
,
wondering
eyes
.
"
If
you
’
re
selling
something
—
"
she
began
.
"
No
,
wait
!
"
he
cried
.
"
What
town
is
this
?
"
She
looked
him
up
and
down
.
"
What
do
you
mean
,
what
town
is
it
?
How
could
you
be
in
a
town
and
not
know
the
name
?
"
The
captain
looked
as
if
he
wanted
to
go
sit
under
a
shady
apple
tree
.
"
We
’
re
strangers
here
.
We
want
to
know
how
this
town
got
here
and
how
you
got
here
.
"
"
Are
you
census
takers
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
Everyone
knows
,
"
she
said
,
"
this
town
was
built
in
1868
.
Is
this
a
game
?
"
"
No
,
not
a
game
!
"
cried
the
captain
.
"
We
’
re
from
Earth
.
"
