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excavation party. "I got me a scheme so we can just go around the concrete
pilings. We've enough room for fifteen hundred cages now, if we can get the
wire. Oh yeah. And we could double the space if we could lay our hands on
enough timber to shore up tunnels. Easy."
The King walked along the main trench to inspect the animals. Adam saw him
coming and viciously hurled himself at the wire as though ready to tear the
King to pieces.
"Friendly, huh?"
Miller grinned. "The bastard knows you from some-wheres."
"Perhaps we should call a halt to breeding," Peter Marlowe said. "Until the
cages are ready."
"Timsen's the answer," the King said. "If anyone can get us the supplies it's
his bunch of thieves."
They climbed back into the hut and wiped the dirt off. After a shower they
felt better.
"Hi, cobber." Timsen walked down the length of the hut and sat down. "You
Yanks frightened of getting your balls blown off or something?" He was tall
and tough, with deep-set eyes.
"What're you talking about?"
"The way you bastards are digging slit trenches you'd think the whole bloody
Air Force's about to drop on Changi."
"No harm in being careful." The King wondered again whether they should
chance taking Timsen in. "Won't be long before they clobber Singapore. And
when they do, we're going to be underground."
"They'll never hit Changi. They know we're here. 'Least the Pommies do.
'Course when you Yanks're in the sky there's no telling where the hell the
bombs drop."
He was taken on a tour of inspection. And immediately he saw the immensity of
the organization. And the enormousness of the scheme.
"My Gawd, cobber," Timsen said breathlessly, when they were back in the hut.
"I got to hand it to you. My Gawd. And to think we thought you was just
scared. My Gawd, you must have room for five or six hundred "
"Fifteen hundred," the King interrupted nonchalantly, "and this B Day there's
going "
"B Day?"
"Birth Day."
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Timsen laughed. "So that's B Day. We been trying to figure that one out for
weeks. Oh, my word." His laughter boomed. "You're bloody geniuses."
"I'll admit it was my idea." The King tried not to let the pride show, but it
did. After all, itwas his idea. "This B Day we got at least ninety young due.
The one after that something like three hundred."
Timsen's eyebrows almost touched his hair line.
'Tell you what we're prepared to do." The King paused, revising the offer.
"You supply us with the material to make a thousand more cages. We'll hold our
complete stock to a thousand only the best. You market the produce and we'll
split fifty-fifty. On a deal this size, there'll be enough for everyone."
"When do we start selling?" Timsen said at once. Even so, in spite of the
huge possibilities, he felt seedy.
"We'll give you ten hind legs in a week. We'll use the males first and keep
the females. We figure, the hind legs only. We'll step up the number as we get
going."
"Why only ten to start with?"
"If we put more on the market at first, the guys'll be suspicious. We'll have
to take it easy."
Timsen thought a moment. "You sure the er meat'll be okay?"
Now that he had made a commitment to supply, the King felt squeamish himself.
But hell, meat's meat and business is business. "We're just offering meat.Rusa
tikus. "
Timsen shook his head, the lips pursed. "I don't like the idea of selling it
to my Aussies," he said queasily. "My word. That don't seem right. Oh my word
no. Not that I'm well it don't seem right at all. Not to my Diggers."
Peter Marlowe nodded, feeling as sick. "Nor to our chaps either."
The three of them looked at each other. Yes, the King told himself, it
doesn't seem right at all. Butwe got to survive. And ... suddenly his mind
blew open.
He turned white and said tightly, "Get the others. I've just had a
brainstorm."
The Americans were quickly assembled. Tense, they watched the King. He was
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