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The
noise
got
louder
,
more
men
jumped
up
,
someone
sucked
on
a
mouth
organ
,
someone
else
blew
on
a
tissue
-
papered
comb
.
Twenty
more
bottles
were
opened
and
drunk
.
Biggs
staggered
about
,
wagging
his
arms
to
direct
the
dancing
men
.
"
Come
on
,
sir
!
"
cried
Cheroke
to
the
captain
,
wailing
a
song
.
The
captain
had
to
join
the
dance
.
He
didn
’
t
want
to
.
His
face
was
solemn
.
Spender
watched
,
thinking
:
You
poor
man
,
what
a
night
this
is
!
They
don
’
t
know
what
they
’
re
doing
.
They
should
have
had
an
orientation
program
before
they
came
to
Mars
to
tell
them
how
to
look
and
how
to
walk
around
and
be
good
for
a
few
days
.
"
That
does
it
.
"
The
captain
begged
off
and
sat
down
,
saying
he
was
exhausted
.
Spender
looked
at
the
captain
’
s
chest
.
It
wasn
’
t
moving
up
and
down
very
fast
.
His
face
wasn
’
t
sweaty
,
either
.
Accordion
,
harmonica
,
wine
,
shout
,
dance
,
wail
,
roundabout
,
dash
of
pan
,
laughter
.
Biggs
weaved
to
the
rim
of
the
Martian
canal
.
He
carried
six
empty
bottles
and
dropped
them
one
by
one
into
the
deep
blue
canal
waters
.
They
made
empty
,
hollow
,
drowning
sounds
as
they
sank
.
"
I
christen
thee
,
I
christen
thee
,
I
christen
thee
—
"
said
Biggs
thickly
.
"
I
christen
thee
Biggs
,
Biggs
,
Biggs
Canal
—
"
Spender
was
on
his
feet
,
over
the
fire
,
and
alongside
Biggs
before
anyone
moved
.
He
hit
Biggs
once
in
the
teeth
and
once
in
the
ear
.
Biggs
toppled
and
fell
down
into
the
canal
water
.
After
the
splash
Spender
waited
silently
for
Biggs
to
climb
back
up
onto
the
stone
bank
.
By
that
time
the
men
were
holding
Spender
.
"
Hey
,
what
’
s
eating
you
,
Spender
?
Hey
?
"
they
asked
.
