He carried Stevens to the chopper, although the back muscles of his legs almost gave way. When he set Stevens down on the litter pallet Stevens’ grin made a broad streak across his tired young face. He glanced back at Vickers and jerked his head conspiratorially and when Watchman bent down close to hear his words Stevens said, “Say, who was that masked man anyway, kemo sabe? ”
Watchman smiled a little. And then he said, “Don’t call me that any more, Buck.”
Stevens searched his face and after a while nodded with slow understanding. “All right, Sam.”
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